you little boot freak

Description: Look at you—drooling over my boots like the desperate little boot freak you are. i don’t even have to speak. just a slow cross of my legs, a little heel dangling, and you’re already gone. this isn’t attention, loser—it’s humiliation. you’ll never touch them. you’ll just sit there, throbbing, weak, and fucking obsessed while i use you. my boots make you ache, my voice makes you twitch, and your wallet? it’s mine. because that’s all you are: a broke little boot freak who lives to be used.