HOME | DD

Final Step — Description

Look…
The tiny was there, naked, trembling under the enormous shadow of my foot. His whole body was barely the size of my big toe. I lifted my foot slowly, letting the sole hover over him like a thick, warm ceiling of dark flesh.
“Don’t scream…” I murmured, feeling my cock already throbbing hard and heavy between my legs. “I want to feel every second.”
I lowered my foot millimeter by millimeter. First the sole brushed his head. He raised his tiny arms in a useless gesture. The pressure increased. I felt the soft crunch of his skull under the thick skin of my sole, like crushing a very soft insect. A warm wetness spread across my foot: his blood.
My cock twitched hard. I kept lowering. The tiny’s chest was flattened against the floor; his ribs snapped with a wet, delicate sound. His little legs kicked once and then went still, reduced to a red, warm smear under my weight.
I breathed deeply, aroused. I shifted my foot a little, rubbing what was left of him against the floor, feeling the soft, slippery texture of what used to be a body. My cock was leaking, rock-hard, almost aching.
“There…” I whispered, pressing a little more. “Nothing left. Just a stain under my foot… and me, so hard.”
I kept rubbing slowly, enjoying the sticky heat that remained on my sole.