Golf

After a game of paddle tennis and golf, a strange jewel I bought released an energy that miniaturized you next to your car. The next day, I arrive at the agreed-upon spot… but I don’t see you. Believing you’ve ditched me, I fly into a rage and, without realizing it, I stomp on your tiny car in a rage, crushing you again and again beneath my sneaker, thinking it’s just a simple abandoned toy. Between cruel laughter and capricious stomping, I pick you up, not imagining you’re still breathing… and I decide to keep you, alive and sweaty, between my breasts, playing with your fragile body. But be careful, little one… if I get tired, I won’t hesitate to crush you forever beneath my sensual power. 😈