The anticipation had been building for weeks - Ms IcieRose, the high arched foot goddess herself, was finally coming to town and it was more than worth the wait. From the moment she walked in, I knew I was in for a nutbusting real treat. Those long, slender toes wrap around me like a vice, wiggling and teasing as she strokes from base to tip. She spreads them wide, letting me plunge deep into the warm pads and valley between, before scrunching them together again and again, trapping me in a toe-curl of pleasure. I begin to lose my resolve at the sight of her wrinkled soles, burying myself d...

The anticipation had been building for weeks - Ms IcieRose, the high arched foot goddess herself, was finally coming to town and it was more than worth the wait. From the moment she walked in, I knew I was in for a nutbusting real treat. Those long, slender toes wrap around me like a vice, wiggling and teasing as she strokes from base to tip. She spreads them wide, letting me plunge deep into the warm pads and valley between, before scrunching them together again and again, trapping me in a toe-curl of pleasure. I begin to lose my resolve at the sight of her wrinkled soles, burying myself deeper and deeper until I can feel my composure truly starting to weaken and wane. Those carnal urges take over the instant her dick stiffening soles engulf the frustration, pressing them together as I pump in and out, plowing into her plush creased catchers. But Icie is relentless. She keeps those wrinkles tightly curled and locks her heels together and pistons me between her slick, glistening arches until I'm rock hard and leaking. The angle of those spongy prominent meaty round heels is absolutely perfect - I could watch her working me over like that for hours. But alas, I know I'm getting close to the edge.

Declaring my own verdict, I coach Ms Rose to work the middle of her flexed arch over the head, teasing me until I can't take it anymore. And then it happens - a slow ooze followed by a short burst, and then a full-on gushing overflow. I throb against my will, the pressure building until it cuts off as she presses her arch down harder, bowing my rod as I struggle to release. It surges out of me v!olently, spraying her soaked sole and projecting well out of frame. My expressions mingled with embarrassment and defeat all while she glares at my face, her toes cupping and squeezing to block and redirect the projectile wads gushing into them repeatedly. The eighth and final blast is so hard that my cum globs literally ooze out in between her toes despite the relentless vice grip she still has on me. In a word - plastered. And trust me when I say that the reaction and slow-mo replay is just the cherry on top of this sundae.