Gothic Mistress Lucia Haycock: Your Face Beneath My Bare Gothic Feet Crushed and UsedMy pale, slender feet, painted with jet-black, sparkling glitter nail polish, hover directly above his face. Slowly, I lower my right foot and press the warm, soft sole firmly against his face. I kick with all my weight my glittering black toenails digging deep into his skin.I love kicking him in the face. The sensation of my bare sole slapping hard against his cheek is simply indescribable. I wind up and slap him with the sole of my foot left, right, again and again. The loud slap echoes through the room as his skin grows redder and redder. Each time my sole strikes his face, a stifled whimper escapes him, which I can feel beneath my feet.His whimpering grows quieter, more desperate. I can feel him slowly giving up, his resistance crumbling. That only turns me on even more. I roll my glittering toes deliciously over his lips, push them deep into his mouth, and let him suck on them while I continue slapping his face with the other sole. Now I stand fully on his face with both feet, pressing him deep into the ground, and revel in the way his last, faint whimper vibrates beneath my bare soles. He belongs to mecompletely.
