Feel my leather boots, they are soft aren't they? Worship them, go ahead, lick them. Gaze upon your topless goddess as you jerk helplessly. My heart pasties are just as distracting as my smile. You feel a soft rush creep up your back, keep edging. I want you to cum on my boots, convulsing you explode. Locked on my eyes I tell you to lick my now dirty boots clean. Something you instinctively agree to immediately
