I know that'd you do anything to be crushed by these boots, that you'd give your very life to be underneath these heels. The thought of them wedged between your legs, pressing hard against what little manhood you have left makes you rock hard. Stroking, you picture worshiping every inch of the leather, the smell filling your nostrils. These boots tease you, they visually torment you and all your desires. You pump your pathetic cock to the taste of the worn bottoms on your tongue, sliding the heels into your mouth. You live, to be underneath these boots.