Soft, weak sliced bread is no match for 250lbs of sexy womanhood perched on top of shiny black high-heeled fetish pumps. Watch as I obliterate this stack of slices, trampling on them one by one and tearing them apart with my 6” heels. And listen: to the soft swish of my pantyhose-clad thighs rubbing together, to my wicked giggle as I leave my impression on every slice, and to the clicking and scraping of my heels on the hard terrazzo floor.

Soft, weak sliced bread is no match for 250lbs of sexy womanhood perched on top of shiny black high-heeled fetish pumps. Watch as I obliterate this stack of slices, trampling on them one by one and tearing them apart with my 6” heels. And listen: to the soft swish of my pantyhose-clad thighs rubbing together, to my wicked giggle as I leave my impression on every slice, and to the clicking and scraping of my heels on the hard terrazzo floor.