Le Belle Coscione della Zia

November 18, 2015


“Ciao zia! Come stai bene con quel costume!”

“Ciao caro, tu sei tanto gentile, ma cosa vuoi, fa così caldo qua alle Hawaii…” Eravamo in vacanza da qualche giorno.

“Infatti,” ribattei io, “ho visto molte ragazze in bikini lungo la strada, quindi non sei l’unica ad alleggerire il vestiario.”

“Ma dici che sono un po’ troppo scosciata?”

“Ma no, ma no, assolutamente. E poi con quelle coscione, cosa vuoi… chi può non gradire le coscione della zia?” Dissi io, ammiccando.

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The immensity of BigCutie Eve

November 16, 2015




See more of her at eve.bigcuties.com

Le coscione grasse di Cajun

November 13, 2015


Le coscione di Cajun Big Ez sono sempre belle da vedere, in tutta la loro abbondanza.

See more of her at www.southern-charms.com/bbwcajun/

Consequences of Sarah’s cellulite gain

September 22, 2015


A sixteen year old male passed by our spot while we were loving each other. Sarah teased him by showing all her flesh. He then went home and made sure to “accidentally” show his lust to his aunt’s friend, the one with the giant udders. The same night she offered him the boobs he had always dreamed about every night since he was 12.

See the prequel to this post.

Sarah’s cellulite gain

September 17, 2015

I met Sarah some years ago. A common German friend, Anita, introduced us when I visited Dresden for work. I immediately felt attracted, and desirous to get closer to her.

coscionaThe first thing that struck me about her was her legs. They were so long you had to be blind not to notice them. There was a softness generously decorating their girth that was unique. She had beautiful cellulite and she was proudly showing it off with the short skirt she was wearing. I fell in love with the beautiful dimply texture jiggling step after step, ripe as the juiciest fruit.

“She must be amazing,” I thought to myself. “If only I wasn’t such a dork as soon as I open my mouth.”

When you meet somebody you think she’s too beautiful for you, all your insecurities come back at you. But from the very first moment I saw her, I also felt a warmth. I wanted to caress those thighs, especially the fattest parts. From the knee all the way up to her hips.

Shortly after this short first acquaintance, I met her again. It was midday, in Berlin.

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