You bend down and try to lick the gleaming, soft black leather. You rub your excited tongue over the supple grain, and the ridges of the seam along the shaft.

Goddess Barbara puts her hand behind your head and pushes you further into the boot, making you sniff the strong leather smell. All you can see is blackness and all you can feel is softness.

"If you like my boots so much, why don't you fucking ask to be squished? Go on...ask for it, bug".

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