Mistress Crystal Clark struts into the room, her confident sway accentuated by her black leather boots. She beckons you over, a smirk playing on her full lips. As you approach, the scent of her Dominance envelops you - a heady mix of musk and control.
She towers over you, the boot laces dangling temptingly. "You're going to worship these boots," she purrs as she unties them, revealing the shiny black leather within. Before you can react, she presses them against your chest, trapping you beneath her feet.
"You're gonna love every second, brat," she taunts as she begins to grind her boots against your chest. Your cock hardens as you feel the smooth leather rub against your skin. "You're mine to use however I please now," she says with a wicked grin, her eyes locked on yours.
