Trampling Madrid - NO FEELINGS FOR ME 2

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Trampling Madrid - NO FEELINGS FOR ME 2

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NO FEELINGS FOR ME 2

The air was thick with anticipation as the colossal goddesses filed into the luxurious Trampling Madrid studio. Their towering frames dwarfed the room, casting long shadows across the floor. The ambiance was electric, heightened by the scent of their perfume and the rustle of their gowns.



As they took their places on the plush carpets, each one assumed a position of dominance—feet spread wide, hands clasped behind their backs. Their eyes swept across the room, taking in every detail—the shimmering lights, the gleaming gold accents, and the tiny figure curled up at their feet.



A hush fell over the room as the goddesses turned their attention to their helpless plaything. They watched with cold eyes as he slowly began to stir, his gaze fixated on the towering forms that loomed above him. With a flick of their wrist, they commanded him to rise—a mere insect compared to their towering beauty.



The goddesses watched as he struggled to his knees, his eyes never leaving theirs. They could see the fear and desire warring within him, reflected in his trembling hands and quivering lips. As if reading his thoughts, they spoke in unison, their voices like thunder rolling through the room.



"Do you feel anything for us?" they asked, their question echoing through the studio. The tiny figure shook his head, his voice barely audible.



"No feelings for me," he whispered.



The goddesses smiled, their lips curling in cruel amusement. They knew that he lied—that his heart raced with excitement and his body ached with need. But they also knew that the game was just beginning.



With a single motion, they lowered their impossibly long legs onto his trembling form. He gasped as he felt the weight of them crushing him, pushing him deeper into the carpet. His eyes rolled back in his head as he struggled to breathe, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer power and majesty of these colossal beings.



Around him, the goddesses began to move—shifting their weight, flexing their muscles, and toying with him like a plaything. They were in no hurry, content to let him suffer in their wake. And as the minutes turned into hours, the tiny figure began to understand one thing—in this world of towering giants, he was nothing more than an insignificant speck on the ground.

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