You are already on your knees, excited, dying to hear Elis Euryale whispering sadistic orders to your ears. You know your place is below her long leather boots, crawling pathetically in front of her, naked, having nothing else on your skin than your devotion to her. You will have the privilege to kiss. To smell, to inhale the pure scent of leather of her boots, to touch this soft material on your lips and skin. You will worship, from ankles to thighs. And suck the metal heels until you ***** on the sharp shaft. If you do everything properly, she will be generous
