As he knelt before her, his eyes fixated on her boots, she towered over him, her gaze as sharp as the stilettos she wore. She spoke, her voice like a whip, commanding him to adore her boots, to worship them with his entire being. He obeyed, his hands reaching out to touch the shiny leather, his fingers caressing the curves of the heel. She watched as he licked the soles, his tongue flicking out to taste the dust that had collected there. She smiled, enjoying his submission, his complete and utter devotion to her boots. And she knew that he would not leave until they were shiny, until he had proven himself to be the perfect slave.
Boot worship
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D O W N L O A D: Miss Dula - Boot worship - Italian Femdom.mp4