What do I like of these thighs? I love their abundance of cellulite. I love all those bubbles of lard. It must be delicious to lick them. And I adore those big fat chunks of flesh protruding from her thigh. I’d love to grab onto them and squeeze them while I mate with her, hard and soft, soft and hard. I’d love to fuck her like an animal, tell her she is beautiful with all that fat on her. I love the copious rolls adorning her legs all over the place. I want to caress her thighs and adore her between the creases of her soft flesh. I would love to see her walking and wobble all that beauty in front of me. I’d love to tap her big fat thigh with my hand and see her flesh jiggle. And then I’d love to open my palms on the vastness of her big thighs and check her meats like she was a cow.
Because She is a goddess, a Juno of our times, She is home and She is sex, She is a giantess, a mother, a lover, a goth to lust for, and She is a sinner and a saint, She is erotism to die for and to cherish for an eternity.