Cock N Boot Obsessed Bitch

She drops to her knees like she’s been waiting her whole life for this command. The blonde’s eyes flick up once, then lock on the boots in front of her. One of them lifts, presses the shiny toe against her lips. She opens, tongue sliding over leather, spit mixing with polish, each lick louder than the last. Behind her the brunette stands watch, silent, arms folded, the picture of calm control. A leather strap bites into the blonde’s wrists, pulling her shoulders back, leaving her tits exposed and helpless. The brunette unzips, frees her cock, taps the head against the blonde’s cheek while the girl’s mouth stays busy on the boot. Only when the toe is slick with spit does the brunette push forward, sliding her cock past those same wet lips. The blonde gags once, recovers, takes more. Every thrust pushes her face closer to the floor, every retreat leaves strings of drool dangling from her chin to the boot she just worshipped. She never stops licking between strokes, like she’s scared the boot will vanish if she slows down. The brunette’s fingers knot in her hair, holding her steady, driving deeper each time, until the blonde’s throat works around the shaft and her eyes water black with ruined makeup. The strap at her wrists creaks. The boot creaks. The room fills with wet sounds and the soft, steady rhythm of control.