I love my thick heavy snow boots, and don't care if it's summertime. Apparently my BF thinks he's some sort of fashion guru, and felt the need to tell me my "boots were out of season." After laughing at him and tellin him what a dumb ass he is, I decided to let him see why these boots are some of my favorite.

I started off by trampling his stomach. Sometimes I would wlak on him like he was the floor, and sometimes I stayed in one spot and let all my weight sink into his body. Being under the feet of a 187 pound Muscle Goddess is bound to leave marks, and I was happy to see my boot ...

I love my thick heavy snow boots, and don't care if it's summertime. Apparently my BF thinks he's some sort of fashion guru, and felt the need to tell me my "boots were out of season." After laughing at him and tellin him what a dumb ass he is, I decided to let him see why these boots are some of my favorite.

I started off by trampling his stomach. Sometimes I would wlak on him like he was the floor, and sometimes I stayed in one spot and let all my weight sink into his body. Being under the feet of a 187 pound Muscle Goddess is bound to leave marks, and I was happy to see my boot tread marked into his skin. I trampled his face the same way I trampled his body, and didn't hold back because it was his face.

With his body full of marks, I decided to take my boots off. I trampled and foot smothered him with my sweaty boot socks, and made him worship them while doing so. I was just about done, but wanted to finish him off with my bare feet. I trampled, stomped, and jumped on his pathetic body until I was satisfied, then told him to go get dressed so he could take my shopping for some boots that were in season.

XOXO - Rapture