I Step on My Slave and Make Him Lick My Boot

She's crushing him, her foot pressed into his back. He lies there, prone, a lit cigarette held above his outstretched palm, ash falling onto his skin. Her black leggings hug her curves as she sits on him, her weight pinning him down.

He's licking her foot now, his tongue tracing the curves of her arch. She's wearing white sneakers in some frames, but he's focused on her bare skin. Later, she'll stand on his back, her full weight on him as he supports himself on all fours. He'll lick the sole of her boot, and she'll press it firmly against his face.

He kneels upright now, wearing only a black collar with a metal chain leash attached. His curly brown hair is wet or slicked back, and his eyes are fixed on something in front of him. The woman is off-screen, but you can sense her presence. He's waiting for her next move, his body tense with anticipation. What will she do next?