Destoroyah24

Warning: story contains foot fetish, sweat, dirty socks, general femdom/grossdom, and of course facesitting Enjoy! “You know what, you can go first.” Jacelyn slid off his stomach and handed Justin over to Bella, choosing to hold her turn for the time being. “Really? Wow, thanks! Are you sure though? I was thinking we could rock-paper-scissors over it or something just to make it fair,” Bella suggested. She was plenty happy to get her own turn but didn’t want to take too much away from Jacelyn and put her last in the lineup. “Eh, I’m sure, don’t even worry about it,” she reassured her as she took a seat on the bench behind Justin’s head, teasingly squeezing him with the insides of her thighs. The heat that radiated from her skin did well to match the cherry red color that blushed across his cheeks as he fought the internal desire to nuzzle himself against them. Her thighs were plush and soft, something he’d kill to wear like earmuffs on any other given day of the week.

(A short femdom commission. If you're interested in commissions, just let me know) -- Jayden and Chris had a problem on their hands, but because they were bros they decided to settle it in the fairest way possible. They both wanted to ask out Clara, a hot girl that they both saw at the gym all the time. She was always doing yoga, cardio, maybe some weights every now and then. Neither of them had dibs on asking her out. There was really only one thing for them to do. The two boys waited until Clara was alone on a mat tucked away in a corner of the gym. She was stretching and getting warmed up. Jayden did the talking. “Hey. Me and my friend Chris here both really want to ask you out. You can see how that would be, like, kind of a problem for us. So we thought we’d just give you the choice. Which of us do you want to go out with?” Clara smiled in a bemused sort of way. This had never happened to her before. She’d been asked out plenty of times. She got hit on at the gym

(The second part of this commission. If you're interested in commissions, just let me know~) -- “Probably not,” said Tom, “But you should squeeze anyway.” “That’s the right attitude. Ten…nine…eight…” The bodyscissor was a different sort of pain. He wasn’t being choked, he was being flattened. It was like he was going through a car wash, or being squished between two rolling pins. Her thighs felt so big when she flexed all her muscles and they were just absolutely crushing him from both sides. One meaty leg was coming down on his stomach and the other was pressing into his back. He didn’t know which was worse. This was a seriously painful hold. But he could breathe, so he felt like he could make it… “Five…four…” Tom’s resistance was only making Susan try to squeeze him even harder. It was activating her competitive nature. It wasn’t like she seriously cared about losing a mere $200, but she did seriously care about winning. That was just who she was. She wanted to win,