These boots ain’t made for walking

26 holes
Shinny pleather sliding down poles
6 inch heels
Got the mind spinning like hot wheels

Most say they are made for walking
But that’s for those who just do all the talking

I say they’re made to fuck
Maybe in the basement or the backseat of a truck

If I used them for walking it would be across your back
Right after I tie you up and run my whip down your crack

Blindfold on hands high above your head
Don’t try to fight it because we’re off to the bed

While I position you exactly how I need
I crawl towards your mouth and begin to feed

First the tease, I graze your tongue with my clit
Next comes pain from my heels in your hip

Slowly I peel off the blindfold for you to have clear vision
You see me squat down reverse on your cock with  precision

The sight so enticing it helps you break free
Pushing me down face first so sheets is all I see

Mounting my backside you prepare for the ride
fist full of heels creates a tight grip so you won’t slide

Deeper and deeper you penetrate my soul now I succumb from the strength of your pole

So till our next encounter I’ll put them away
Can’t walk in them but they will be used for play