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TFF1972 - Not You Again — Danielle’s Room, Danielle’s Rules
She pushes the door and stops. The little man is already on the boards by the wardrobe, suit rumpled, face tipped up at her. Danielle’s mouth tightens. “Oh, not you again. How dare you come into my room and think you can watch me getting changed. You deserve what’s coming to you, which is punishment. Extreme punishment. Are you ready for this?” She sets the small black remote on the sofa, smooths the polka-dot top over her chest, and lets the pink skirt fall straight. Nude platforms click once on the oak. From his height the heels are towers, the peep toes framing red nails, the platform edge a clean shelf above his ribs.
She walks him first. One sole covers him from shoulder to knee, the other planted beside the wardrobe. Weight settles in slow stages until the suit creases and his arms pin flat. She lifts the left heel, works the strap, and drops the shoe. The bare foot comes down warmer, arch curved, red toes spreading over his chest and face, sole lines printing the cloth. She rolls from ball to heel, lifts, and sets him under the other foot, then traps him between both so he cannot roll clear. When she tires of the floor she kneels, skirt bunched at her waist, white briefs stretched over her seat. One hand closes around him, fingers meeting, thumb pinning his legs, and she holds him up where he can see the briefs and the curve under them.
She lowers. The hand guides him under the seat of the briefs, then lets go so her weight does the rest. Fabric and skin close over him; the room shrinks to heat, the press of her, and the slow shift of her hips as she settles back on her heels. Danielle glances over her shoulder once, satisfied, and stays there while he disappears into the soft dark between her and the floor.
Contains - 4K, giantess, heel crush, foot crush, sole worship, hand crush, panty crush, vore, shrunken man
She pushes the door and stops. The little man is already on the boards by the wardrobe, suit rumpled, face tipped up at her. Danielle’s mouth tightens. “Oh, not you again. How dare you come into my room and think you can watch me getting changed. You deserve what’s coming to you, which is punishment. Extreme punishment. Are you ready for this?” She sets the small black remote on the sofa, smooths the polka-dot top over her chest, and lets the pink skirt fall straight. Nude platforms click once on the oak. From his height the heels are towers, the peep toes framing red nails, the platform edge a clean shelf above his ribs.
She walks him first. One sole covers him from shoulder to knee, the other planted beside the wardrobe. Weight settles in slow stages until the suit creases and his arms pin flat. She lifts the left heel, works the strap, and drops the shoe. The bare foot comes down warmer, arch curved, red toes spreading over his chest and face, sole lines printing the cloth. She rolls from ball to heel, lifts, and sets him under the other foot, then traps him between both so he cannot roll clear. When she tires of the floor she kneels, skirt bunched at her waist, white briefs stretched over her seat. One hand closes around him, fingers meeting, thumb pinning his legs, and she holds him up where he can see the briefs and the curve under them.
She lowers. The hand guides him under the seat of the briefs, then lets go so her weight does the rest. Fabric and skin close over him; the room shrinks to heat, the press of her, and the slow shift of her hips as she settles back on her heels. Danielle glances over her shoulder once, satisfied, and stays there while he disappears into the soft dark between her and the floor.
Contains - 4K, giantess, heel crush, foot crush, sole worship, hand crush, panty crush, vore, shrunken man
