Model: Stacie/Size 9 [Log Date:3/4/2018] This is an exclusive POV edition. Full backstory and extended/alternate scene(s) here: Prt 1 , Prt 2 "...There's a long list, but one of my favorite things about Stacie is how firm her grips are . I coach her to wrap her dainty arches symmetrically around either side of the Rod, scr...

Model: Stacie/Size 9 [Log Date:3/4/2018] This is an exclusive POV edition. Full backstory and extended/alternate scene(s) here: Prt 1 , Prt 2 "...There's a long list, but one of my favorite things about Stacie is how firm her grips are . I coach her to wrap her dainty arches symmetrically around either side of the Rod, scrunch... hard , and alternate between tugging from the base and loosely letting her dry soles/heels drag up and down...some of you may remember she's both a trained dancer as well as an ex-tap dance instructor. It shows in her form and the slow/even pace she effortlessly administers. Blankly staring ahead and unknowingly pushing out more and more precum with each slow firm pull. Her posture, calm and relaxed as if to say... "Trying? Not even." ...Next up are her toes... I have her spend the next few minutes squeezing, coating, glazing, and firmly milking it out. Pearl after pearl of sticky fluid seeps between her engulfing toes until they are webbed and glistening. She (still blankly staring ahead) hesitantly follows my cue to crosses at the ankles as I reposition to stand above her soles; casually rubbing her toes over each other as I continue to smear more, deeply, in-between them. It's clear my composure is starting to fracture. The wet slips and smacks only call me out more . I break into another #solefuckfrenzy and ask her to line her soles up side by side. ...I manage to ward off a few close calls. The first while still pumping her cradled, bowed arches then again shortly after as she presses those dry thick heels together around the Rods swollen crown. Forbearingly scrunching and squeezing. " I can feel it throbbing, " she says. She continues on to scrunch and squeeze a little while longer before... without my go ahead ... starting to stroke again on her own initiative... "Am I tugging hard enough?" My jaws clench as I groan, thrusting off the chair and balls deep into her arches in response. She keeps me on edge for a few more tormentful moments as I try with all my might to allow her to continue. The breakdown is harshly sudden and leaves me no say so. The more I throb and try to blast it out? The harder she squeezes; literally blocking the outpour to a slow drawn out ooze. I plead for her to " keep going, " over and over. She unpretentiously ignores me for a while before finally responding, " Just relax and... " I'll let the preview do the rest