Beneath Mistress Azumi and Mistress Sora
Mistress Azumi and Mistress Sora were perfection incarnate—raven-haired, latex-clad goddesses who owned every inch of my existence. Their beauty was overwhelming, but their power was undeniable. And I, willingly, lay beneath them.
Azumi was precise, every step deliberate as her sharp heels pressed into my cock. Her gaze was cold and calculating, and she made sure I felt every ounce of her control. “You belong under me,” she’d whisper, her voice like silk as her heel dug into my chest, forcing me to acknowledge her absolute dominance.
Sora, in contrast, was playful and unpredictable. She laughed as she stepped onto my cock, her weight shifting with the rhythm of her amusement. Her latex-clad foot pressed against my dick as she teased, “You’re exactly where you’re meant to be—beneath us.” Her movements were lighter, almost mocking, but the effect was just as overwhelming.
Together, they trampled on me like I was nothing more than a toy for their amusement. Every step, every press, every smirk reminded me of my place—beneath their heels, under their rule, completely at their mercy. And nothing made me feel more alive.