Alina was very proud of her new boots.

“Are those fuck me boots?” Emma asked.

“Ha ha, yes, they are!” Alina answered.

“Just as I thought,” Emma concurred. “I think we need a demonstration.”

“What do you mean?” Alina asked.

“Oh, Ma-at,” Emma called.

It took a little coaxing, but Alina agreed to the demonstration.

“And I’ll document it on video,” Emma said.

Emma wished she had two cameras: one to show the sweet push of Mat’s penis into Alina’s welcoming cunt, the other to show the pleasure Alina took in that penetration.

The fuck drove Alina to her toes. Oh oh oh, she moaned, the wanton song of joyous sex. At the climax, Emma’s camera caught the orgasmic gulp of Alina’s cunt, the pulse and throb of Mat’s spurting cock, the ecstasy searing Alina’s face.

Mat knelt to stay Alina’s after-sex sag. A river of fresh cum flowed from the well of her womb. Shimmering seed flowed down toward Alina’s boots.

Emma’s camera focused on the silvery lake.

“My new boots!” Alina exclaimed.

“Broken in just right,” Emma said. “If they’re pregnant can I have a pair of the babies?”