Op blote voeten vertrapt door de Italiaanse godin in zwarte teennagel Poolse Ita

I trample you with my divine feet. I also dominate your breath, I place my weight on your face, chest, body... you also smell my sweet odour, you remain powerless. my nails are enamelled black, beautiful. it is a dream for you to be trampled by my superior and refined extremities.