Two sadistic Mistresses and their sharp red heels, red like the marks they will leave on the body of this flaccid doormat. His t-shirt is also red but we make him take it off, we want to sink our heels into his flesh without obstacles. We step on him and sink the shots as he moans in vain, we both climb on him laughing as he begs for mercy. When he can't take it anymore we step down and admire the holes and marks we have left on his flesh.
