Model: Lotus (Size 6.5) [Log Date: 2021-01-01] - (Partial Audio) - Includes Cumshot + SlowMo Cumshot Compilation Replay #backfrombreak with another of Lotus' ( aka Scarlet ) gut-wrenching, brow furrowing, projectile, cumplosions. Those taunting dry heels and thick meaty SAHM soles still galvanize the goon in me time and again. She knows my triggers all too well. The countless times that simple combination of socks, slippers, and casual jeans have caused me to absolutely wreck those glorious milk magnet soles just kept hijacking my thoughts. As the days routine ensues...

Model: Lotus (Size 6.5) [Log Date: 2021-01-01] - (Partial Audio) - Includes Cumshot + SlowMo Cumshot Compilation Replay #backfrombreak with another of Lotus' ( aka Scarlet ) gut-wrenching, brow furrowing, projectile, cumplosions. Those taunting dry heels and thick meaty SAHM soles still galvanize the goon in me time and again. She knows my triggers all too well. The countless times that simple combination of socks, slippers, and casual jeans have caused me to absolutely wreck those glorious milk magnet soles just kept hijacking my thoughts. As the days routine ensues, I head to my office in the basement and try to shake it off. Busy myself with some freelance work. She comes down with a snack. All I remember from the chat is the melt of her sweet smile. She heads back up stairs to check on laundry - the socks with it too??... - An hr passes by, -I mean does she not realize?- then 2 more - nah..yeah, she gotta know -_-"- and before I snap too I'm zoomed in to the max gorging my eyes on a photograph of her dry heels with the Rod flopped out, twitching in frustration. We start off with a wonderful display of her half-socked-heels . Fresh from some rank vingary house slippers. As she distracts herself with her show, I submerge in the space. Proudly staging my jar of Vaseline in a silent declaration while looking her over. She doesn't let on any indication of noticing. The moment folds reality into the depths of my daydreams. I decide to try and get in her headspace a little more, apologizing while slightly exasperating my plea for her to just go ahead and lay on her side. It registers; the visible bulge in my front gets a solid first stare as I pray flashbacks of the endless obsessed conversations and thick, painful, midnight, projectile nutloads pumped out over her sack draining heels laying exactly that way trail in her mind. I take my first plunge, timidly burrowing in-between her warm dry stacked heels before sheathing myself in the heel cup of her dampened sock. It's not enough. I realign. Firmly sandwiching her arches around the Rod. Engulfing myself, mushed to dick smothering stiffness between her heels and deliberately throbbing. Their snug clammy grip make it almost impossible to keep from repeated plowing into them. My willpower splinters immediately and I honestly have half a mind to call it quits and cumdump a premature load right then. I opt to push past the siren in my ear and instead reach for my Vaseline jar. I'll let the preview do the rest...