So shitface, do you like my boots? I know you do, I can see it on your ugly face. Would you like to lick my boots? Beg me! I want to hear you saying that you want my boots on your mouth, I want to see you crying for them and try to reach with your tongue. Come on, don’t be shy! It must be really lonely for you in that cage under the house, so seeing this is like a blessing. Come on, reach harder. Yeah, that’s a good boy, lick every bit of my shoes. I don’t know in what I stepped with them but it can’t taste that bad, you’re used to licking dirty toilets for a living. I think this is the perfect place for you, under the rug, with your head out and be at the mercy of my feet. I’m thinking of making this a permanent establishment for you at let you be the cleaning machine for my feet whenever I feel like it. It would be an upgrade from the dark and cold cage where you stay right now, don’t you think? Now get back at licking and don’t be such a bitch about it, I need these boots clean.
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