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I sit back in my tight thigh-high boots, crossing my legs, tapping my heels, letting you stare. You know your place already — under me. Watch me lick my finger and let my spit drip slowly down my leather boot... shining, wet, delicious. You want it? Then lick. Right where my spit landed. But I’m not done yet. I press my boot right against your face — full weight. No escape. And when you’re helpless and dripping, I look down and smile: “Beg me to cum.” Say it. Loud. Desperate. Maybe I’ll allow it… maybe I won’t.