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You’re such a pathetic little boot slut, aren’t you? Hiding away in the bathroom, cock in hand, desperate and trembling. All it takes is the sight of My black leather boots to break you. I see the way you shake when I let My fingers trail along the sharp curve of My heel — you’re barely holding it together. Imagine if I gripped that heel... slow, deliberate, teasing. Stroking it the way you wish you could be touched. I know exactly what you need. Grip your cock. Right now. You're going to stroke with Me — My hand on My heel, yours on that aching, desperate cock. Stroke slow. Match My rhythm. Let’s see how long you can last before you utterly fall apart for Me, I'll count you down