Crave the muddy soles of my Gucci boots. It has been a month since I no longer used you as a sole licker you were punished for not having cleaned them properly. Today I imprisoned you in my facebox so you will be pushed, helpless, with only your face coming out of the box to clean everything up! Your tongue must drool at the sight of the mud to be cleaned up, waiting for me to grant you this privilege. Now stick your tongue out! More and more! And clean up every little particle of mud that my boots have walked on. You are more disgusting every day and you know that your filthy tongue gives ... Show more