Keep Smelling Her Boots

Once kneeling by the backpack, you have changed position and now find yourself sitting down, propped up against an adjacent wall. The boot, still securely held to your face by your own hand, continues to seep it's hypnotic aroma into your nostrils. You have completely forgotten about your surroundings.

You other hand darts towards your zipper. It has been days since your last orgasm. You pull out your engorged cock and begin to subconsciously stroke it. The sensation feels incredible, only made better by the delicious smell that was gripping your senses.

In an impulsive move made to further feed your fetish, you take your hand off yourself and reach into the backpack for the other boot. You flip the shoe over and slide your throbbing erection into it as it it were a pussy begging to be fucked. You firmly grasp the ankle of the boot, creating a tight seal of leather which now hugged your thick shaft. You begin jerking the boot up and down, up and down, faster and faster.
You shouldn't be doing this, but it felt so fucking good.

One more aggressive deep breathe sends you flying over the edge. You buck your hips forward with a **** thrust, pressing your dick into black leather ankle boot as deep as it can go. You grunt deeply as the smooth leather insole slides against the bottom of your tip. As if someone opened a release valve, multiple ropes of thick cum begin to shoot out of you. The inside of the boot is completely covered with cum, a large puddle forming at the toe.