Creamy Flowing Pleasure

Description: Fresh off this morning’s and now almost daily morning river trail walk i found myself a bit worked up so i decided to allow my carpet’s cock to provide me with the very much needed release.  the second one of this still early day, and a wonderful release it was, as i really lost myself in the in the moment and truly experienced the deep steady orgasmic flow the sadist-masochist, superior-inferior, ecstasy-agony exchange can provide.   and i’m happy i acted the second i came in the door.  aside from being very comfortable in general, this particular pair of skechers has a unique tread pattern that’s great for trail walking and is absolutely devastating for whatever is lucky enough to find itself under them.  after my orgasm, the carpet also came for me about half way through the clip which just made me even wetter and brought on my second orgasm (or extended the first) which lasted for the remaining 5 minutes of the clip.  under normal circumstances i would have demonstrated more caution i believe, but the more i tickled my clit, the less care or thought went into what damage i might have been doing and it wasn’t long until i was bouncing every ounce of my voluptuous 230 plus pounds of seasoned self on that little pecker and the pool of cum it offered me.  sadly, none of the little sperm made it and there was no egg at the end of their rainbow as most ended up with the other stains on the bottom of my shoe- immortalized without a moment of silence and entirely for my pleasure. the carpet’s orgasm was also a long and deep release as his cum offering continues to ooze almost until the end of the clip which truly brought me quivers of enjoyment.  at the height of my orgasm, i locked up and just stood full weight on it and i could actually feel the smashed little thing pulsing and pumping right through the sole of my shoe which sent me over the top and locked me up even more.  i think the clip length is about 10 and a half minutes and i am cumming for a good 6 of them as i walked on his dick, stood on his dick, bounce-jumped on his dick, ground his dick down like a lit cigarette and the more i saw and felt, the deeper and more meaningful it became and the worse the need for more became.  quite the paradox and im so glad i filmed because it was wonderful!