I settle down for a nap in bed, barefoot in a cotton slip. My soles and the bottom of my toes face the camera. A plethora of little humans, the size of cockroaches fill my bed. My toes twitch as I start to fall resting, and I shift a little bit. Soon my feet touch one of them and I recoil. Oh no, more invading pests! I'm annoyed and horrified. I decide to terminate them with my toes. There are so many, and I'm all out of pest spray. I punish them by squishing them between my dexterous toes, often picking up more than one at once. I squeeze them between my big toe and second toe, crushing th...

I settle down for a nap in bed, barefoot in a cotton slip. My soles and the bottom of my toes face the camera. A plethora of little humans, the size of cockroaches fill my bed. My toes twitch as I start to fall resting, and I shift a little bit. Soon my feet touch one of them and I recoil. Oh no, more invading pests! I'm annoyed and horrified. I decide to terminate them with my toes. There are so many, and I'm all out of pest spray. I punish them by squishing them between my dexterous toes, often picking up more than one at once. I squeeze them between my big toe and second toe, crushing their bodies and talking about the sensations. I hold them between my toes and kick them with the other foot, I crush them into my satin bedsheets. I start to get aroused by the sensory experience, the crushing, the gushing, and you can see my bare pussy exposed sometimes while I crush them. Towards the end I pull down my slip and play with my breasts in satisfaction.

Also see Stepped On, Pissed On and Flushed , I the Yoga Class and Persistent Little Pest