Model: Lotus (Size 6.5)

[Log Date: 2023-03-16]

Wrapping up another day in my own little foot-fiend paradise with my holy grail, my kryptonite, my Lotus! She's been wearing a pair of 2week old blk ankle PEDS socks all day and that peachy afterwork glow coupled with those thick creased wrinkles beckon me like a moth to flames. She's ready for bed and pays the blatant tent protruding under my sweats no mind. Leaving her soles completely displayed as I ready the ring light.

The view is regal and that first dose of adrenaline kicks in mid cam check. I sweep right into a shameless close up on the meaty dry heels. Clumsily angeling to catch a solid glimpse of that soft white rim "we" all so obsessively endear before segueing into another breathtaking view of her crossed soles. It's impossible not to trace my fingers across the silky slopes of those soft pink pads.

It prompts a heave of surrender as I rise. The muffled sound of my sweats dropping to the hardwood floors declaring intent. She, again, pays it no mind - and my own begins to spiral. "I mean.. night after damn night.. and she just lays there with them soles and takes the loads.. gawd" I nestle back into position, thighs wide and frustration fronted angrily towards those soles. My own heartbeat thudding like a primal war drum leading a fleeting nose dive charge into her heel. The pace quickens as I manage to take a moment to add in a few audible strokes of my own..a quick check in if you will. I need more base and dive in again. This time planting my nostrils right into those clammy toe pads as my mind floods with flashbacks of earlier sock removal adventures while the heady vinegary ammonia laced cornchip aroma seeps in.

I guess I'm doomed to goon and simp for these sweaty soles, no matter how rank, no matter how much I try to keep it at bay. *Sigh* The ache in my nads sends another stomach knotting surge as I align the Rod. Bring it to a point aimed at her mid-sole before cramming into her creased fleshy warm wrinkles. She toe curls, firming them to mush even more against the pressure and causing pearls of precum to leak. I take another moment to get a close up push in on the stark constrast of her dry heels and smeared stains, making sure she can hear the loud greasy tugs smacking in the background. I try to stir myself to stay active, break the pattern. Mute the demons whisphering in the night. But.. who TF am I din, previews do the rest...

In-Boxer Heel Humping - Lotus

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