These motorcycle boots have crushed dirt, grease, and the filth of the open road—and now your tongue will clean every inch. On your knees, you scrape away grime with slow, humiliating licks, tasting the leather, the dust, and my dominance. Every filthy stroke proves you’re nothing but my boot‑licking slave. This is unapologetic, dirty‑boot worship where power is tasted in every mouthful.
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