"I went outside last night and rammed my DEEP LUGGED, TREADED, CHUNKY, BITCHIN, BLOCK HEELED, THICK SOLED PLATFORM women's size 11 Aerosoles "Ronnie" fucking clunky heavy slip-on LOAFERS down into a mucky, deep, sticky, smelly, sticky, sucking mud hole, and the mud was sucking and popping and squirting fountains as I plunged my massive, commanding, secure, warm, soft, enveloping, succulent, tender, sexy loose loafers in and out of the wretchedly deep stinking quagmire. Now the dried mud is caked all over these most perfect loose loafers clear up to the foot entry height. The sexiness of this scene is OVER THE TOP, and I'm yanking on a rigid, pulsing cock as I admire the situation. They're a fucking mess, all caked up with dried chunks of heavy, brown mud, and I'm sitting here slithering my skinny heel in and out of the big, chunked platties, foot-fucking the muddy platform loafers with my bare feet. My skinny heels release completely from these bitchin chunked up heels, with all their muddy splendor, completely clearing the extent of the heel box upon each cycle of my foot fuck being rammed into the complaint, subservient lugged high platform bitchin heavy,trashy, compliant, mud-encrusted platform loafers, cycling back and forth, left and right, just repeatedly plunging my protected feet down into the beautiful depths of these babies. The mud coating on these babies is complete and extensive -- there's just a bit of remaining BLACK actual shoe color showing underneath the brown, mud coating. I'm going to finish now."
"I'm sitting here admiring these Madden "Georgia" severe chunked platforms with their fantastic treaded sole and square toe, and that chunky platform throughout, and I'm ruminating about how wet her pussy must be just standing there getting such pleasure from these most perfect, bitchin, protective, warm, cozy, treaded, platties, so securely affixed to her most succulent socked feet. I have TWO pairs of great women's shoes I'm swapping between as I hold my rigid prick admiring this picture, and I'm particularly drawn to the reality that for BOTH of my pairs, I find the the toe area is relatively tight on my foot, while the heel slips right out, lending itself readily to any dangling scenario. I can readily have set with my platties with my bare foot, and that gives me great pleasure. One pair is the brand "XHILARATION" and they have a wedge heel, 2" in the rear, and about 3/4" in the front. The other pair have GREAT DEEP TOUGH TREADS, seriously bitchin, even more than these Madden Georgia loafers, and they are CHUNKY Aerosoles, "Ronnie" in a Size 11, with a 2" lugged high heel, and a 3/5" lugged platform on the front. All the lugs are DEEP, being perhaps 1/2", and again, my heel slithers in and out easily, which makes my prick VERY rigid as I continue the foot sex with the lugged, treaded, chunky, bitchin shoe. I'm going to go ahead and yank one off at this point, wish me luck."
"Through the vibrations in her seat, and by watching through the driver's side mirror, she sees and feels the immediate digging of that chained up mud tire immersing itself down into the quagmire, flinging a combination of gravel, snow, mud, and ice as it quickly dug its self-made prison ever deeper. Shit is being flung well out in front of her steed as well as well behind it, as she tramps her sloppy fitting, deep-treaded, platform Steve Madden GATSBY loafer, 3 sizes too big for her warm, double-knee-socked feet up and down on the accelerator. Her right heel regularly lifts clear of the shoe box, rising up completely out of the big, warm, treaded, muddy shoe, as she works the ass of the Pontiac ever deeper down into the depths of the soft muck. It's a hopeless situation, and as she looks through the passenger mirror and realizes that her right rear, chained-up, deep-lugged, aired-down Firestone Town * Country mud/snow tire is just sitting there doing nothing as she tramps the pedal ever more urgently, a kind of calm, nirvana begins to take hold -- the idea that her big, heavy, treaded, deep-lugged, heavy, high-heeled platform loafer is imparting all that big V-8 power onto just that one deeply, hopelessly, hung-up tire, she begins to lubricate heavily. Her nipples are rigid, and her ass is puckered beyond belief."
"Mercy -- Now she's out in her Pontiac Catalina, with deep treaded Firestone snow/mud tires on the ass end, and she has cleated snow chains on the rear-end as it's a snowy, icy day, and she doesn't want to get her Catalina, with its big 400 ci motor all hung up down in a mudhole. But, the damn fucking thing is not positrac, and she stops at the c-store on a back road, and the parking lost is just gravel and snow and it's wet and icy, and she goes to leave and backs just the driver's side ass end of her white Catalina down into a mucky, snow covered ditch, and she distinctly feels the ass of her steed drop off the end of the graded lot down into a bit of a drainage ditch on the edge, and she opens her driver's door and looks back at what she's done, and sees that ass-end mud tire down about 1/3 of the way submerged, broken through the icey top of the scrum, and suddenly her throat gets dry, and she can feel her ass pucker in the seat and her hands get clammy, as she knows immediately that she's probably HUNG UP despite having the mud chains installed. And so, like a petulant little girl, she takes her chunky, platform, treaded, high-heeled slip-on, warm, cozy, expansive, loosely fitting Steve Madden GATSBY loafer and tramps the gas pedal, and the Catalina goes nowhere, but she hears what sounds like gravel being slung onto the wheel well, inside the skirted rear wheel."
"Still thinking about how quickly I'd sploog off a cumshot if I were out at some county fair or outdoor event where it had been raining all day, and the ground was all spongy and muddy, and this most HOT of HOT babes came sauntering along in her platform, deep-treaded chunky Madden loafers, which were covered in mud JUST up to the tops to within a 1/4 inch of topping the sides, and as she walked I could hear these great loafers encountering suction in the deep mud, such that when she lifted them out of the quag, there was a distinct popping sound and each time she took a step, there would be a mud fountain shot up when she plunged her heavy loafer down into the mess."
"“Ohmygoodness, Mr Cole… I never expected this from you. Look at that huge wet spot in your pants… you must be so incredibly embarrassed. Even the youngest freshman boys can wait till they pull down their pants and stick it in. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? teehee. Well let’s see…. No no no, calm down; I won’t tell anyone. But… uhhhh… it’ll cost you. Let’s say straight A’s on every test and quiz, this year… shall we? teeheeâ€"
"“Harry, I can’t believe it! I mean I finally give in and invite you home for the weekend, my parents are out and we’re finally alone… All I do is take off my bra and you cum in your underpants?!! How could you?!â€"
"“Ohmygod, baby!!! I said I’d meet you after my detention… not for you to come and pick me up! Uuugghh… mmmm… I don’t know what to say, baby… I’m sorry. Truth is… whenever Mr Lang gives me detention, we… uhhhh… Oh honey please don’t be upset… I’m still your girlfriend! It’s just that… I mean Mr Lang is suuuch a man… and… oh, honey… “"