Kneel on the hard tile floor, 6 inches from My leather boots. Buttery from years of wear, they still crunch and crimp with an extra depth and richness.

I don't have to say a word. I have you in space. Stare into it.

Watch Me flex My ankles, so the leather squeaks. Watch Me bend My knees to bring My fishnet-covered ass forward, so the leather moans.

Like you are.

I can hear you.

I suggest you stay silent, so you can clear your mind and open your mouth.

I give you zero interaction. This is a rip-off. This is to keep the pressure on your fo... Show more