Tender trampling

He loves it rough sometimes. So this time I slip on my tallest heels and tap the tip of my stiletto against his cock—just a quick little hello. He gasps. Then I plant my heel right on him. I lean in, lazy and deliberate, letting the spike sink deeper while my weight stays slow and steady. Pretty sure the whole scene looks certifiably insane. Underneath that shiny leather, I feel him stiffen anyway. The more I press, the harder he gets, almost like my heel is issuing some bratty, bossy invitation he can’t refuse.