I have you crawling on all fours at the end of My chain leash after My divine leather boots. it's time for your lunch, slave. you are on a diet - you'll eat only the dirt off My boots! you are lucky to even have the privilege of tasting My dirty leather boots with your unworthy tongue, lick My soles eagerly like the pathetic boot bitch you are. While you are on your knees worshipping My boots, I relax and light a cigarette. you are getting distracted at My divine smoking beauty, My sacred smoke blowing in your face. The combination of My red lips and leather gloves deepens your arousal. I a... Show more