Model: Stacie/Size 9

Canon Edition (Click here for GoPro Edition)

So I actually sh*t this over 8 months ago... things took a turn for the worse between Stacie and me after... correction, because of this sh*ot. The "why?" will unfold shortly...

[Log Date: Sept. 17, 2017] A few weeks have rolled by since Stacies first official ATOTAFGTM sh*ot. We've been loosely keeping touch, mostly me popping in with the friendly reminder of our upcoming (this) sh*ot. Her responses are short, unenthusiastic. All the implications clear; she wanted out of our l*ttle arrangement. Yet, despite the daily job hunts, nothing has worked out. "Shame."

As the 17th creeps closer, I get the devious idea.

It's dank with the stink of taboo. My mind drifts through a flurry of visions. All of her trotting about on various job hunts. The reserved attire. Nervous jitters of the interview. All while wearing thick loads in her shoes... barefooted. I draft up an email briefing her on the generals of the sh*ot, then wait for it. It's basically a hard no but, as it is said "nothing tried?..." We talk biz and agree to instead have Stacie's most worn work/job hunting shoes become my new #cumdumpsters. I (rather colorfully) explain that they will be featured time and again while getting loaded then modeled (pay attention to that choice in wording #foreshadowing) after with absolutely no cleanup.

I decided to open up this sh*ot with...a l*ttle history/backstory on our first encounter. I have her cross her legs and slip off her shoe. It dangles, parading an inviting gap. She insists on being more comfortable blindfolded. I make SURE to push that envelope and score some potent-candid-nervous-awkward-reactions all the same.

It's not enough.

Mid rundown I denude the Rod without uttering a word of notice

It's #solefuckfrenzy time and just like before, Stacie (apprehensively) takes to it like a natural. Some may find this odd but, what I love most is how unassured; phlegmatic, yet... attentive, she is during the sh*ot. My deviant side feeds off the energy in the room. It's clear, she doesn't really know what to do until I tell her.

Not only do I coach her to slowly stroke and edge the Rod between the firm grip of her soles until her meaty heels are slick with precum? I make an announcement to tell her she is doing just that. Silence lingers in the air after. Its as if she has no idea how to respond except to keep silently tugging and j*rking away at the throbbing Rod between her soles. We linger in the awkward silence a while as I have squeeze and toe spread while pressing down around the base of the Rod. It continues to pulse and leak between her soles. Each throb advertising the mounting intensity of my frustration... It takes all I've got to not explode each time I have her edge me.... Before long its time for yet another #solefuckfrenzy. Stacie is coached to slowly firmly stroke the Rods length. Again it starts leaking. I continue to push myself to the limits until my willpower breaks.

Stacie poses her soles together to get absolutely plastered in a torrent of angry projectile c*m ropes and globs. The first few blast stream across her wrinkled soles while the rest splatters over her calf and loafers.

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