Fresh Boots

“I really like to shop for fresh footwear. And I do know that my heel man enjoys it, too. When I am getting a fresh jugs, we’ve got a ritual. I style them for him after which we wreck them in in combination. I unwrap them off leisurely and I’m going to poke the gaps inbetween my ft with the heel till his meatpipe is hard and my cooter is cascading humid. Then I’m going to fellate the high-heeled shoes, separately and finger my cooter whilst he observes. Understanding that he’s jacking his lollipop only for me makes me highly insane. At times he spunks in my footwear and I let it sodden in. That means, after I put them on, I derrière sense the dried semen on my nude feet all day. And after I come house, I order him to his knees and let him fellate on my musky soles till they are neat.”