If you are a big booty model with very soft hips, this post is for you…. I think all fat booty lovers would love it if you made a video of you squeezing your hips while you’re sitting down like @BigBootyAsshley in the picture…
The sensuality of her very generous hips, the abundant cellulite, the softness on her thighs… she would make a gorgeous belly dancer.
If you like animes, mangas or Japanese beauty in general, you’re in luck. Meet Sara Aikawa, generous giantess with a healthy derriere.
She appears in a few movies showing off her abundant curves to the world. She seems often involved with tiny skinny males who are half her size (and I literally mean half her “width.”) She dominates them, but is also capable of the most delightful sweetness by letting her tiny admirers nuzzle into the copious rolls of her flesh. The elegance of her face, the beauty of her clean, soft lines are regally matched by her very opulent thighs. She just likes to eat and pack more pounds on her hips.
Her meaty thighs are the envy of many respectable Japanese family men. After the stress of a long work day, they long for the softness of Aikawa’s legs, and her cellulite in full display.
Yes, because when she accompanies her richer clients out in public, she never stops herself from wearing fishnets and very revealing skirts. She flaunts her big curves and all the dimples everywhere. And everybody looks and stares at all that beauty. She lets her partner touch her and squeeze her, hugging him into her wide bosom.
Juicy Jackie’s ass is very beautiful. It’s full of big craters and dimples everywhere. The sign of amazing opulence. I wish I could reach over and fondle those huge deposits of lard. Or maybe pat them, squeeze them, slap them so i can see them jiggle everywhere. Their squishiness must be amazing. I love the tallness of those hips: they are like a mountain of the fattest meat.
Bella culona grassa, quanta bella carne lardosa, fatti palpare, tutta quella cellulite è bellissima, è una benedizione divina, ingrassati ti prego…
I was still sitting down on the couch, my lap covered in a lake of Carmela’s healthy waters as well as my own semen. In front of me, the bottom-heavy hourglass of my aunt’s body.
She stepped back a bit after mating with me. Step after step, the squishy fat on her thighs and hips jiggled all over. The movements of her cellulite looked slower and deeper than before, as if mating with me made her meat softer. It was like waves in a sea of butter. Desiderio, voglia di succhiare. Her large breasts were still oozing milk.
I couldn’t stop looking at her legs. As I reached over to touch myself, she moved closer. She offered her thighs, one more time.
“Stringimele,” she said.
I loved to grab her fat. I loved to fill my hands with it. She had so much of it.
She just stood there, as I fondled her as I wanted. She loved to see me so aroused, I think. She indulged on another pastry. She was insatiable, that big piggy.
She lifted a leg and put her foot on the couch. The giant mass of her thigh was now right in front of me. It’s as if she said, “Here, take all of it!”
As she kept eating, I kept indulging on her flesh. The inside of her thigh was something unbelievably soft. It was going to melt in my hands, like the fattest mortadella.
“Do you like to touch my fat?”
I answered by squeezing her some more. My hands disappeared into her opulence.
“Ora succhialo,” Carmela said.