Allow me to re-introduce Isabella, an gorgeous English/Law double major footbabe with a unique half Jewish, half Italian cultural background. We first met in study hall during our college days - I couldn't help but spot her on campus heel popping in these very same pair of Birkenstocks. Turns out we had a few mutual pals and would end up crossing paths at some house parties along the way, yielding a pretty kosher friendship.

Isabella always stood out to me, not just because of her stunning intellect/looks, but because of her ever-frequent signature heel popping in those Birkenstock...

Allow me to re-introduce Isabella, an gorgeous English/Law double major footbabe with a unique half Jewish, half Italian cultural background. We first met in study hall during our college days - I couldn't help but spot her on campus heel popping in these very same pair of Birkenstocks. Turns out we had a few mutual pals and would end up crossing paths at some house parties along the way, yielding a pretty kosher friendship.

Isabella always stood out to me, not just because of her stunning intellect/looks, but because of her ever-frequent signature heel popping in those Birkenstocks. She did it everywhere and every time I saw those lush, meaty, little pink soles all I could think of was dropping to my knees on site and leaving her heel, wrinkles, and that damn shoe wrecked in webs of thick globs. Trust me, it took a world of convincing to get her to reveal these gems, especially after braving it all and letting her know just that.

It was a hard pass at first. The boyfriend. Family/religious morals. Not to mention she found the idea of her "soles getting filmed blasted" a bit odd. Regardless, her eventually STILL agreeing to at least just model - bf none-the-wiser - still felt like a major f'ckin win. Got in touch w/her recently to catch up. She's married now. Works in marketing for some posh online retailer but still recalls our foot fling!