Rei Hinoさんのイラストまとめ

"Not interested." Tokiko cooly replies to your request, watching you dwindle down before her. The slap of her insole against her heel as she bobs her foot grows louder as she now looms over you.

With a bored expression, the idol lowers the vast black plain of her sole atop you.

"Not so fast~" Misato coos, giggling as you scurry along the bathing NERV commander's rising leg, sending you tumbling into her purple forest.

"Work before play~" She pants, fingers gliding along the stubble, smearing you against humid flesh and towards her waiting lower lips.

"I swear," Ryomou grunts, yanking up her shorts, "they weren't THIS tight!"

Within her panties you're buffeted by her cheeks as she works the shorts up, forced against the fighter as she walks out into a warm Summer day, sweat already forming as your prison heats up.

"Happy birthday to me~!" Chun-li thinks to herself, the normally stoic fighter beaming as she runs towards the empty beach.

You and the other specks watch on as the warrior strips to her bikini, thick thighs pumping as vast, sweaty soles slam into the desert. And anyone within.

Twin goddesses loom overhead, sapphire eyes twinkling as they ponder you insignificant form intensely. Frozen with fear, you can only watch as one extends a monolithic digit. The finger slowly lowers atop you, pressure overwhelming you as you feel yourself breaking.

"Poke~!"

@EdgerickTheTiny Dorothy from The Big O, because she'd take good care of me and also let me play under her cute robo feet while only being a bit confused~ (Or accidentally crush me into a pulp or whatever idk)

"What's that Alicia?" Isara asks, wringing the accumulated sweat from her skirt.

"Oh, nothing~" Alicia responds coyly, sweaty digits wrapping around you before she hastily forces on her boot, suffocating you in warm foot flesh and sweat soaked fur as she regroups with Squad 7.

You fall to the ground as twin palms slam into the well-worn gym mat, massive gymnast looming over you, arms and legs splayed as sweat runs down her face.

"Buh-bye," She says sweetly, stretching and allowing herself to fall, her taught, perfect body utterly engulfing you.

Exhausted, Fa wipes the sweat from her brow as she enters her quarters. The young pilot, tired from repeated sorties, removes her boots with wet pops, the stench of sweat and reek of her soles flooding her room, making her instantly regret the lack of socks.