Forest Flesh Carpet: Stomach Trampling & Total Surrender

A hot summer day deep in the woods. I’m casually strolling along an overgrown path when I spot him — a shirtless, tanned guy lying relaxed on his back right in the middle of the tall grass. His smooth, toned abs look too inviting to ignore. I take the first step. My flip-flop presses firmly onto his stomach. He doesn’t resist — if anything, his body arches slightly toward the pressure. I keep walking… but only a few meters later I turn around. I want more. Now I’m fully trampling him. I walk back and forth, shifting all my weight, crushing his abs, solar plexus, and ribs with my feet. His skin flushes red under my footprints while he breathes heavily and takes every step.