Face Up Barefoot Mash – Close Up

Face Up Barefoot Mash – Close Up

My slave lies beneath me, face forward, ready his evening face trample. Tonight will be no different as I stomp, and mash his face into mush! All my weight balances atop his nose as he suffers in silence. Of course, I take a moment to stand full weight on top of this throat, debating whether I should let him breath or not before stamping back down on his face.