Model: Stacie (Size 9.5)

[Log Date: 2020-05-17]

- Includes Cumshot + SlowMo Cumshot Compilation Replay

2020, what a year.. it did bear fruit to this little project though. It's hard to remember it all but, the more I think back...the more it sets in. This. This is right around when, or rather, what resulted from weeks of droning on and on about this insatiable dry heels humping obsession with Stacie.

With the dynamics of the pandemic and conflicting schedules at play, I saw instead.. an opportunity. One to reinforce the more mental aspect of things. It had been a while since we met up for any shoots, I made sure to stay in touch and remained hard at work finding ways to get in her headspace. I set to my intent for weeks. Bombarding her DMs with testimonies from the doctrine of the desperate times and philosophy of #solefuckfrenzy double plasterings like psalms from a damn scripture. Wearing at her reserved, prudent distance from the dastardly dick-stiffening depiction I wanted searing in the subconscious of her thoughts. One of me. Knelt. Grimaced..firm and fiendishly humping her sculpted arch. Mushed under her prominent dry heel. Globs of glue gushing. It spirals to the point of making a habit of mentions honed into that hyper-specific urge in almost every conversation.. and in such? My first mentions of "dry heels milking appointments" begin to take root. The idea isn't well received. It strays too far outside of the predictable routines and parameters to gain an immediate cosign. I stick a pin in it and press forward instead to schedule a shoot and discuss it further in person.

For the first time on film, we arrive at Stacie's home.

It's another rare look into a day in the life of this ordinary, southern, retired ballet instructor turned stay-at-home-step-mom turned..well, Kroger Stacie. She's doned in jeans, a t-shirt and answers the door baresoled. Instantly my mind decides.. -_- heels must be dry. There's something about the change in setting and somewhat awkward undertones of the greeting that embers the urges yet again. I get my first glimpse at that all too perfect classic white ridge during the tour and pre-shoot set up. Confirmed..and just like that Dark Side Kermit has the say of the day. Overall. I do well to keep my composure together; we dive right in and go through the motions but honestly all I could think about is having the Rod mushed between those bulbose dry meaty heels. What's more is..she has no idea I'm 4 days backed up.

From the moment the snug fit those heels clamped together I could barely get the Rod to fully rise without feeling on the brink, and that remains true right up until it unexpectedly surges to spill out in a thick, sloppy, lava-flow-slow, spunkload while being cradled between her dry ever sperm summoning meaty heels. Audibly splattering down her calve to stain her cuffed pant leg. She protests, all but demanding a towel. Her complaints continue even after the cams are cut and I clean up the mess while apologizing profusely. On an impulse, I dig deep for the gusto to push the envelope on the dry heels obsession again. Blaming the untimely blowout on the "urges" and delivering an almost theatrical monologue. There's that calm tone to her silent stare again. Her stern expression breaking way to what seemed to be a true heart felt understanding of the call. I read the room and gamble my last coin, pleading for another go between those heels.. I'll let the preview do the rest

Stay-at-Home-Stacie: Talões de Esponja de Cum Secos Cangueiros Hefty Culos Encharcados de Explosão Prematura de Cumlosação, Em Seguida, Obtém Suas Solas Splashadas Com (SEGUNDO) Derramamento de Carteira de Nutload - Stacie

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