You’ve been such a good boy lately, haven’t you? Crawling back every time I snap my fingers. Sniffing, drinking, obeying… getting softer, smaller, weaker for me with every session. You feel it already, don’t you? That tiny, useless thing between your legs twitching… betraying you . Take another hit for me. Deep. Hold it. Let that 420 cloud fill your brain while you stare at my boots. Black, shiny, tall, the ones you’ve licked clean so many times you can taste them in your sleep. Inhale again. Good boy. Feel how your thoughts get sticky… slow… heavy. Just like that pathetic little clit of yours is getting right now. Custom for boot bitch Adrian
