- Erotic Poetry
- My Student's Boots
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His construction boot rubs my face
pressing me down into my place.
I tongue its dirty sole in joy
because I'm master's eager toy.
I am debased, hungry and stripped
begging to be hard fucked and whipped.
My young Master spits in my face
Standing high with power and grace.
His boots thick with mud from a ditch
gobbled down by his hungry bitch.
His biker boots i also need,
He cums on them for me to feed.
Black with silver chains, thick soled too,
I love them like a cunt who's true.
They kick against my twitching ass
and tell me Master takes no sass.
Boots are manna to hungry slaves
like rock music for fans at raves.
I lick all sides and up his legs
and suck his great cock to the dregs.
Legs spread and arms bound on the floor,
Behold the student's bootlick whore.
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