Get on your knees. Look at these Dr Marten boots. Heavy, worn, perfect. You're going to worship them like the desperate little boot bitch you are. Start at the sole. Lick every inch. Taste the dirt, the leather, the power they hold over you. Work your way up slowly. I want to see devotion in your eyes. These boots have walked all over weaklings like you, and you're grateful for the chance to clean them with your tongue. You exist to serve. You exist to worship. And right now, you exist for my boots.
Worship My Dr Martens Boots, Submissive Loser
Get on your knees. Look at these Dr Marten boots. Heavy, worn, perfect. You're going to worship them like the desperate little boot bitch you are. Start at the sole. Lick every inch. Taste the dirt, the leather, the power they hold over you. Work your way up slowly. I want to see devotion in your...
Get on your knees. Look at these Dr Marten boots. Heavy, worn, perfect. You're going to worship them like the desperate little boot bitch you are. Start at the sole. Lick every inch. Taste the dirt, the leather, the power they hold over you. Work your way up slowly. I want to see devotion in your eyes. These boots have walked all over weaklings like you, and you're grateful for the chance to clean them with your tongue. You exist to serve. You exist to worship. And right now, you exist for my boots.
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