ITALIAN SPEAKING.

We have laid our slave on the ground, at the foot of the cage, and with our feet, 40, barefoot, we begin to trample her everywhere. Our soles are printed on her face, they crush her boobs, with our heel we crush her pussy. A march continues on her. In fact, it is only interrupted when, to rest, we choose to sit on her, letting it beat more than a carpet, ready to start again for another healthy (for us!) walk on her.

Abbiamo disteso la nostra schiava per terra, ai piedi della gabbia, e con i nostri piedi, 40, scalzi, cominciamo a calpestarla ovunqu...

ITALIAN SPEAKING.

We have laid our slave on the ground, at the foot of the cage, and with our feet, 40, barefoot, we begin to trample her everywhere. Our soles are printed on her face, they crush her boobs, with our heel we crush her pussy. A march continues on her. In fact, it is only interrupted when, to rest, we choose to sit on her, letting it beat more than a carpet, ready to start again for another healthy (for us!) walk on her.

Abbiamo disteso la nostra schiava per terra, ai piedi della gabbia, e con i nostri piedi, 40, scalzi, cominciamo a calpestarla ovunque. Le nostre piante si stampano sulla sua faccia, gli schiacciano le tette, con il tallone schiacciamo la sua passerina. Una marcia continua su di lei. Anzi interrotta solo quando, per riposarsi, scegliamo di sedersi su di lei, lasciandola batta più di un tappeto, pronte a ricominciare per un'altra sana (per noi!) camminata su di lei.