My leather boots are all you've been craving. I can have my way with you because you need these boots so desperately. I'll step on you, digging my heels into your balls. You'll lick the bottom of my boots, tasting all the debris. Being a boot licker is your sole aspiration—it's the only thing that gets you hard. What won't that mouth do for a taste of boots? You're on your knees, groveling for just a lick of my leather.