You are just a carpet, or better still, your face is my doormat. Your place is under the soles of my wonderful feet. You can breathe their aroma after a long day in my leather pumps. You can kiss and lick them to relax them, but, above all, you will always feel my weight pressing on your face, because I want to stand only on your head. I'm not sure if this is a torment for you, I know you love my precious feet, but to have them, you have to feel my whole body weighing on your face.

Sei solo un tappeto, o meglio ancora, la tua faccia è il mio zerbino. Il tuo posto è sott... Show more