As the mistress watched her submissive lick the boots clean, she felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her. The way he moved, his tongue dancing around each stain, was both erotic and humbling. With a soft sigh, she gently ran her fingers through his hair, reveling in the intimacy of the moment.
Her heart fluttered as he lifted his head to meet her gaze, their eyes locking in a silent exchange of desire and adoration. She couldn't help but feel herself grow wet between her thighs, longing for him to look up and see her fully exposed.
Moving closer, she slowly sat down on the edge of a table, drawing him closer with a tug on his hair. His face buried itself between her thighs as he began to kiss and nibble along her inner thighs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body while his hands explored every inch of her soft skin.
