"U-uhh..." He shuffled his feet. "Camilla... don't be mad, okay?" He looked to her pitifully. She simply watches as he pulled out her boot, still slightly permeated in dry cum.
"Oh my" She says plainly. "So Corrin... what is that on my boot?" She asked.
"I-it's..." you trailed off. "It's my cum, Camilla. I... came on your boot before I went to sleep, and..." He wasn't able to continue explaining because he was cut off by Camilla shoving his face into her breasts.
"I see... I understand, sweetie" She says silently in your ear. His eyes litt up.
"So Corrin... you love my boots, don't you? tell me how much" She says, letting your out of her warm embrace".
"Well... I-"
"Not like that, silly" She said, getting up, working at the clothes he wore.
"H-How?" He asked. Camilla simply giggled, finally removing all of his clothes.
"Like this. get down on the floor" She commanded sweetly, but with a sense of intimidation in her voice. He obliged, getting down on the floor.
"There you go, sweetie" She smiled, tossing the boot she was wearing up until now off the floor, revealling both her wonderful, powerful foot, and releasing the intoxicating odour of her boot.
"Show me" She leant forward. "Is it just the boot, or is it something more...? I'll let you make your choice"
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