Model: Kataline/Size 9.5

[Log Date: July 15, 2018]

*** Canon/GoPro Editon***

More times than not, there is a distinctive moment that I think to myself, "one day those soles will be covered in my load for the world to see." That's exactly what happened after receiving a very high recommendation from a colleague about Kataline; then, of course, seeing more this girls pair of extraordinarily high arched feet and enchanting, meaty, wide, size 9.5 soles.

After a few weeks of chatting, a missed opportunity her first visit, then another near miss during her second trip? I was finally able to coordinate the sh*ot date! The compatibility was abundantly clear just moments after the formal introductions. So much so almost an hour, just chatting, flew by without either even realizing it.

The sh*ot opens up as we prepare to go to work and I give her a brief recap of some of the positions/scenes I prefer as well as get requested most frequently. I can't help but smirk as she voices concern about her arches being so high there may be a problem locking them around the Rod. We continuing on as I coach her to assume the pose and display a few flexes/toe spreads.

I had to immortalize that glorious "signature pose" I first gleaned shortly after visiting Kataline's Instagram page. If you aren't catching on yet; it left an unforgettable impression. Except for this time those deep arches and prominent bulbous heels were getting firmly pressed together and flexing and scrunching around my vexed, aching, Rod. She maintains that sturdy hold even as she absentmindedly checks a text on her phone before glancing over the shoulder; as if to make sure she got me locked in.

The moment I give the go-ahead she scrunches a bit more and overlaps her soles, gripping the Rod even tighter, and begins slowly, intently, tugging. Her heels pressed together and flexed wrinkles look glorious. What's more. She is just as formidable with her toejob skills. She does a spellbinding variety of grips and tugs, blending the two techniques in a concoction of Chilean medication sure to sate any sole-fiend.

Around halfway into the sh*ot, we introduce some dialogue. Kataline taunts and teases, having to speak up over the loud, mounting, friction of her dry soles roughly pistoning the Rod. Causing it to both leak and back up simultaneously. Each throb embodying my internal war; declaring a proud statement of resistance. Yet. Each yank, tug, gulp, glance, and word causing me to melt and leak more and more.

She carries these antics on for some time. Bringing me to that edge; then backing off some. Alternating between paces. Using her toes/arches before, ultimately, engulfing the Rod over and over again between her dry meaty soles. Glancing over her shoulder. Speaking up over the rough tugs as they begin to become wet, slippery, smacks. Jeering me on even more as my composure gradually breaks. Kataline's grip was so snug and rough? I couldn't help but lift off the bed to plow into her meaty deep wrinkles #solefuckfrenzy style. She pays no mind to the episode; playfully telling me she knows how much I'm loving it. That she knows I'm close.

Try as I might, the grip of Kataline's soles are simply too ruthless to resist. I tap out, verbalizing my surrender only to be met with a succession of slow, firm, c*m milking, sack draining tugs. After, she STILL continues. Enveloping the dislodged Rod AGAIN and yanking out more, filling the room with audible smacks and slips.

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