Handjob in BOOTS pt1

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Liza stood in front of her full-length mirror, a sly smile dancing across her lips as she admired her reflection. Today was special; her mother’s crotch-high black leather platform zippered boots beckoned her from the corner of the room. The six-inch heels promised an intoxicating blend of power and allure.

She stepped into the boots, the soft leather wrapping around her calves like a lover’s embrace. With every zip, she could feel the essence of confidence suonly k2share or fileal or asfilealonly k2share or fileal or asfileale through her. Liza twisted her body, letting the boots glide over each curve, taking full advantage of the heightened ambiance they exuded. The confident sway of her hips made the decision inevitable; she would wear these boots for him.

Her new boyfriend, Jake, had been captivated by her spirit since their first encounter. It was no surprise that he found her fashion statement irresistible; he had an eye for beauty, and Liza had no intentions of disappointing him today.

Liza called him over, her voice sultry yet commanding as she beckoned him into her room. As Jake entered, his gaze fixated on the shiny black leather encasing her legs. There was something exhilarating in the way his breath caught. "Hey, babe, I hope you don’t mind, but I thought we could have some fun today," she teased, curling a finger in invitation.

Jake’s heart raced as he took a few steps closer, the sparkle in Liza’s eyes promising a thrilling experience unlike any before. Liza approached him, hip swaying flirtatiously. "Tell me what you think of my boots," she coaxed, leaning closer, allowing him a better view of the way the leather hugged her shape.

"They’re incredible," Jake stammered, almost spellbound by her beauty and confidence.

Liza loved the way he stared, not just at the boots, but at her—the woman behind the leather. Yet, she wanted to delve deeper into this desire, to explore the boundaries between pleasure and control.

"You know what I like? Watching you. And today, I want you to really feel me," she whispered, capturing his gaze with unwavering intensity. With delicate grace, she guided him to the bed and encouraged him to lay back, the soft fabric contrasting against her bold leather.