"A-are you sure?" The meek bespeckled girl slowly removed her canvas flats, her small delicate feet radiating heat and dripping with nervous sweat.
"Yea. Right down." Her friend encouraged
You trembled as her immense sticky sole loomed above.
"O-Okay…! I'll... I'll do it...!"
“T-The way you g-guys just p-pulp under my f-feet” the shut-in girl’s eyes were dizzy as she pressed you into the musty carpet under her gigantic sticky pale toes. She was barely able to keep a coherent sentence in her daze, one hand inside her, juice running down her bare leg.