After not having seen Sydney for a few years, I was ecstatic to finally catch up with her - just when I started to think the stars were never gonna align again too... Fast forward into the convo a few " gawd I miss dem soles " moments later? I end up managing to coordinate a visit, at her house.

Shoot starts up casual enough; she was just as congenial as ever and it seemed like no time had passed at all. We swap work gossip and over a quick equipment prep before we make it official and I have her slip out of her work-socks and reveal those lush tent-pitching size 10.5s. Seeing them...

After not having seen Sydney for a few years, I was ecstatic to finally catch up with her - just when I started to think the stars were never gonna align again too... Fast forward into the convo a few " gawd I miss dem soles " moments later? I end up managing to coordinate a visit, at her house.

Shoot starts up casual enough; she was just as congenial as ever and it seemed like no time had passed at all. We swap work gossip and over a quick equipment prep before we make it official and I have her slip out of her work-socks and reveal those lush tent-pitching size 10.5s. Seeing them again for the first time in so long.. the long slender effortless curves of her arches, toes, heels. The soft warm pink blush of those meaty wrinkled paddle-shaped soles. Even the subtle hue of thatch for her pedicure - I was immediately taken aback at the sight. I mask the jittery rush of my anticipation for a few photos before we crank out some more action with her black work flats. Those come off shortly too, along with my jeans, bring us to the start of the playback on this one...

The war of wills is almost lost before we even start. Although I tried for a solejob scene, I could tell right away I wouldn't last. Sydney eventually ends up lounging on the floor instead, watching TV while crossing at the ankles (my kryptonite) and mindlessly displaying her bare soles for me to record. I move closer, pacing my breath as the rod bounces to rest against her dick stiffening heel. She seemed to be ignoring the effect she was having on it as well. Letting me loom to mast and take turns loitering above the deep, taunting, slopes of her wide mid-soles. Simply spreading and curling her toes over and over until I could no longer control myself.

I cave, tossing in my truce flag and hastily have her align her feet together just as I let out a massive premature projectile nutload across her soles. Sydney didn't even flinch, instead she just kept watching television, completely ignoring the sound of the nutload litterally skeeting out onto her soles.. My dick still rises watching the playback. Even after the 2nd and 3rd projectile blast join in to surge out and thud onto the area rug in heavy splats, she still barely bats an eye and kept taking it all in stride.