And trampling contest either! My friend Selly and I decide to put these doormats to the test and only one will be the winner! We make them lie side by side and we approach them slowly, studying them. After having kissed our shoes as a sign of greeting, we take them off and begin the dance. They suffer our trampling, our weight, our leaps, our feet that sink into their flesh. Slowly at first, then more and more intensely. Their moans mix with our laughter. And one after the other they will give up and withdraw from the race. Only one will remain the winner. And the prize? Not a dinner with the two of us Miss, but a brutal trampling with the two of us embraced on top of him. Seeing is believing!
