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Dropping obediently to your knees, I can see the desire in your eyes as you stare at my boots. You long to touch them, taste them. Slight hints of drool glistening at the corners of your mouth. Your eyes glazed over, put into a trance by my heels. I want to hear you breathe heavily as you describe how you’d press your face against my boots, inhaling that rich, intoxicating scent. Lick them clean for me. Slow down, my hungry little pervert. I want this moment to last. Begin at the tip of the toe and move all the way up to the top. Wrap your fingers around my heel. Stroke it as you would your hard dick. Show your Goddess how grateful you are, and I might let your tongue continue its journey. Oh how you long to taste it all. With boot fetish phone sex, I’ll tell you exactly how I’d use my boots on you while you stroke that throbbing cock.
Pressing the sole against your chest, pinning you down while I tease you with my words. Torturing your balls with the pointy tips of the toe. Applying pinpoint pressure to all of your sensitive spots with my sharp stiletto heels. Feel it digging into your skin just enough to remind you that I am in control. I love hearing you moan and beg as you cry out to me, “please, Goddess, let me cum.” No, no, no — you don’t get release until I say so. You will edge for me, holding it, as I laugh at your desperation. Are you ready to hang on my words, pumping away as I describe pressing my boot between your legs, teasing your aching balls? Pick up the phone, you boot slut. Dial 1-888-8-FREAKY and ask for Avalon. Your Goddess will have you a whimpering mess as you surrender to my boot fetish phone sex.
