The Goddess laughs at your willingness to die and lightly rests her fingertip on top of your body, pressing you into the supple boot leather.
"Ooh, I like the way this feels...", she whispers as she presses you slowly, squeezing your tiny body into a pancake of juicy pulp. The Goddess uses her fingertip to swirl the droplet of goo around, working it into the smooth leather.