Is that your cunt or a cigarette?

She grinds her heel into your lower lips. Your eyes widen in pain as they flatten, pull, and twist. Occasionally, the ball of her foot would come to crush and grind your clit. Your screams died into moans of agony. Your eyes crossed and drool and tears flowed freely down your face. Your entire body shook as she ground and stomped your cunt like she was putting out a stubborn cigarette. You were sure your cunt was red already and maybe even swollen. You couldn't tell if your clit had sprung to life or was just swelling from the rubbing. Either way, you knew it had turned itself into a bigger target like a little traitor.