These Boots Are Made for Lickin’ Phone Sex

 

I’ve seen you staring at My stiletto boots, you know. If we weren’t attending the same school, I’d wonder if you were taking the evening train just to follow Me.

Snugly encasing My slim calves and made of black, supple doeskin, your eyes follow Me whenever I cross My legs in My seat or even tap a pointed foot. Sometimes I do it on purpose,  just to make you squirm.

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