Model: Lotus (Size 6.5) [Log Date: 2020-09-17] - Includes Cumshot + SlowMo Cumshot Compilation Replay There's just some mornings I wake up with the worst of urges and a full tank backed up to fuel the frustration. As if to spite? It's an off day for my Lotus and she's been on the phone all morning while multitasking laundry/chores. Casually wearing the nut stained grey Nike slides (from her step-sister) I've literally cumdumped to kingom come, and one of my favorite pairs of leggings. It's triggering; and this unspoken/unacknowledged dynamic has rooted at the core of some of t...

Model: Lotus (Size 6.5) [Log Date: 2020-09-17] - Includes Cumshot + SlowMo Cumshot Compilation Replay There's just some mornings I wake up with the worst of urges and a full tank backed up to fuel the frustration. As if to spite? It's an off day for my Lotus and she's been on the phone all morning while multitasking laundry/chores. Casually wearing the nut stained grey Nike slides (from her step-sister) I've literally cumdumped to kingom come, and one of my favorite pairs of leggings. It's triggering; and this unspoken/unacknowledged dynamic has rooted at the core of some of the urges. I try to keep the montage of flashbacks and soundbites of those meaty scrunched soles repeatedly yanking out the nutloads at bay. It's always the same losing battle. To my credit, I managed to make it to just around midday before the dick stiffening sounds of them peeling off her clammy soles from room to room finally flip the switch, again. I can still remember crossing the threshold to the kitchen and seeing her stood, crossed ankle, at the sink. She's mid-convo on a call with what sounds like wrapping up making Drs appointments, heelpopping her clunky slide in a perfect arched wrinkled sole vs thick dry heel combo display. As I approach, she turns. Her gaze stopping me sheepishly in my tracks, "...will you lay..?" I silently mouth as her gaze reads my lips. There's a sudden but brief awkward pause. As is she was about to be caught off guard but literally realized how routine the request has become. She takes a rare lingering look at the throbbing lump in my front, covers the receiver and gives a silent nod. Her calm/serious expression never wavering. I wanted to make sure she could tell how bad the urges were. We start out by having her lay and listen while I loudly tug to her soles then openly pan up to focus on recording her reaction as I start cockscrubbing her dry plush heels. The slight swaying of her legs and realization she could hear it all prompted me to push the envelope by having her lay with the Rod lodged between her resting crossed soles. I immediately start leaking under the pressure. The extra fluid audibly smacking as I struggle to keep pace thrusting balls deep; giving my first signs of a lumming breakdown. I follow that up immediately by asking her to lay on her side; code for: I'm about to lose it rag-dollin' them meaty pink soles and yank out a phat nutload. She catches my gaze for a second, I can tell the intent is received. Proceeding on is another classic ASMR style solefuckfrenzy relapse leading up to a ruthless torrent of aggressive projectile #angerblast nutloads. The first thick glob surges out, slamming against her poised heels before sailing on to splatter against both the back of her calve as well as thigh. I manage to look up, globs of nut literally pouring out. The sight of her laying there, listening quietly and taking it, sends me. I take aim at her heels again as another rope explodes forth blasting them, followed directly by another. I'll let the preview do the rest