In exchange for buying me my new snow boots, I've decided I'll allow you to look and worship. It's your gift this year for the holidays. New out of box, I put them on and call you in. Only about 4 feet of ground have ever touched the bottoms, so they're as pristine as they come. There are several textures on the boot sole, imprinted in the rubber, not to mention the suede boot, moccasin stitching, and layers of asymmetrical fringe. I know it drives you crazy to see every detail, even the few micro hairs they've picked up enhances the texture. Up close and personal, you're allowed to worship and even touch yourself since you've been kind enough to gift them to me. Even more news, I'll be wearing them out tonight, so you can't cum yet. You'll just have to wait till I get home and worship them after a long night of being out in the snow with my goal pals. You get close and mesmerize every detail before I leave, eagerly awaiting my return.