Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
For as long as you can remember, you’ve had this fantasy of being trampled on by a giantess. Well, I’m not a giant, but I’m a solid fucking girl, and I want to trample you. Lay down, completely naked, while I step up on your chest. One foot, to let you feel half my weight as you look up at my still-clothed body. Then the next foot. My full BBW Teen weight is now on your chest. Is it difficult to breathe?
You haven’t felt anything yet!
I’m Gonna Trample You
My tits sway in my top, and my butt cheeks are peeking out of the hem of my short shorts as I climb up on my tiptoes and dance on your chest and stomach. My sock-covered feet step on your cock and balls like they are just part of the dance for I trample on.
I have to hold on to the high bar in the dance studio. Other wise I’d lose my balance with how much you are wiggling under me. Is that pain that makes you try to curl up in a ball? Stop being a bitch. I haven’t even stepped on your throat yet. I’m going to love when I do, though.
I love how your face gets so red, and the veins in your throat pop out. It makes me laugh when your hands slap at my calves as if you think I’d let you tap out before I’m ready. I’m in control here. I say when you fucking breathe and not a moment before! After dancing up and down on your chest some more, spinning and twirling, I may just drop down and sit my shorts over your fucking face. After all, you’d been smelling my stinky socks for hours; you might as well get a whiff of my pussy before you pass out!
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410