Ms Stacie's #SouthernSAHM Stacked-Heels Cause A Rude Projectile BBC NutLoad Blowout
2021-01-31 - i warned her those damn loafers would do this. i told her from back when i first landed in the doghouse. i told her again when she let me toss ‘em into my cumdumpster stash. hell, i even told her before she came through that day. but there they were—still snug on one foot, other already peeled off. still letting me lose what little self-control i ever had around her soles. "can you get a close-up of my heels?" —the singsong cadence of her voice still echoes in my head. “you see how dry they are, even after my pedicure and foot massage?” she wasn’t lying. that skin was thick. cracked. the heel ridges—firm, coarse, flat—looked even rougher through the lens. like they’d been walked on all week between the school drop-off line and the grocery store. i pressed in tighter. let the camera linger. let the throbs answer. let her heels stack under my gut, one folded over the other like a homemade vice. meaty. wrinkled. her soles scrunched tight with every rude buck i gave ’em. true to the previews, i couldn’t stop drooling. couldn’t even aim right. just kept smearing thick strands across those same dry-as-sandpaper sahm heels that clawed deep to the core of my afflictions last time. grinding into that stack like therapy. like punishment. she'd shift her soles slightly every now and again, adjusting for grip—heels locking together, arches drawn tight—angling it to jut out worse. to have no choice but to scrub cross those thick . messier. the webs dragged across her heelbacks and caught in every crease of her arch, gluing themselves in as i pumped harder. then she adjusted again. letting her heels hug and keep it jutting at mast. and that was it. a full-on gut-wrenching eruption—thick, loud, and downright disrespectful; man did it blooooow. just a torrent of heavy projectile spurts. each one slapping somewhere different. heel. the base of the matress. heel. the floor tile. heel. you could hear the damn splatter—wet and unmistakeable—flat across the linoleum. and just when i think it's done.. heel! a proper backed-up, full-pressure bbc nutload detonation across her soles
