You're sitting there so desperate, so eager to get a chance to get down and worship my pretty boots. Your tongue is craving the feeling of leather pressed against it, the taste of the ground I walk on. Nothing but a boot slut.

You're sitting there so desperate, so eager to get a chance to get down and worship my pretty boots. Your tongue is craving the feeling of leather pressed against it, the taste of the ground I walk on. Nothing but a boot slut.