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C’ha le tette talmente grosse che traboccano…

July 30, 2009

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I love how fat and bubbly her boobs look…. I don’t know, but bbw’s boobs are so much more suckable…

Trying to be Stronger – Chapter 3

July 28, 2009
ha dei bei cuscini colmi di grasso...

ha dei bei grassi cuscini

(photo is (c) bigbuttasshley.com)

We switched positions a couple times (I can’t miss the pleasure of having her doggie style, you know), but at one point she goes, “come here”. She took my hand and led me to the edge of the bed. She had me sit on the edge. At that point my cock was really throbbing and pulsating, and watching those fat heaps of cellulite jiggling everywhere as she moved around did not contribute to calm me down. Anyway, after she has me sitting on the edge of the bed she does something that made me her companion for this lifetime. She opens her legs, and… yes, she sits on me. Can you imagine all that ass sitting on you? That’s pure heaven. An heaven made of flesh, coming in big chunky pillows.

I watch her gargantuan butt and her prosciutto-sized thighs get down, and literally rest on my lap. I noticed that her enormous hips are so engorged with fat that they stack up as she sits down on me. My cock goes right into her, in what felt like a big pool of warm, liquid butter. I gave her a slap on the mountain of cellulite stacking up on her hips, just to see how jiggly it was. And dear lord it was so jiggly that I thought it was water spilling out of a jug. Reassured by this opulent luxury, I hugged her and squeezed her tits, as I fucked her magnificent body.
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Trying to be Stronger – Chapter 2

July 26, 2009

Mi montava come una mucca di quelle grasse, da carne... quella montagna di culo e' tutto lardo che balla come un mare

Mi montava come una mucca di quelle grasse, da carne... quella montagna di culo e' tutto lardo che balla come un mare


(photo is (c) mercedesbbw.com)

All of a sudden there I was, buried under so much flesh I never thought it was possible. I grabbed one of those pendulous borraccie wrapping my lips around her nipple. I didn’t even use my hands to stuff my face with her boob flesh, I just opened my mouth and ate her like an animal. I got her nipple on my tongue and sucked in as much flesh as possible. I love to chew on her, I love to taste her. This time I especially loved to taste how much fatter she had gotten. I enjoyed the creamier, more liquid flesh. I loved how easily now I could fill my mouth with her. She was more buttery than ever.

At the same time I hugged my arms around the big slope of her butt. Oh dear God, it is so tall and round. I venerate it daily. I am a sinner and yes, I have idols: her butt is one of them. It’s not just big: it’s truly fat, with big dimples of lard everywhere and heaps of flesh you can lift and squeeze. It’s all that fat flesh that gets me so fucking hard.

I imaginatively drew a big large circle all around the moons of her derrière, just to remind myself how lucky I was to mate with such a Goddess. I admired her in awe, enjoying the heft of the overflowing bags of cellulite all over her ass and thighs. My love stretched and expanded even more inside of her, convincing her to rest more of her weight on me – to sheathe me in flesh.

I felt my body completely submerged by softness, entering a sublime nirvana. We stood still for minutes, enjoying this incredible, motionless pleasure. I sucked on her boob, slowly and hard, with the hunger of somebody who didn’t eat for a week. She seemed to melt in mouth, as I licked, slapped, chewed on her nipple and all the surrounding flesh I could swallow into my mouth. I hugged her around her waist and hips. I lifted heaps of her flesh, just like you would cup a bag full of olive oil. I squeezed slowly, softly and repeatedly. I let my cock throb inside of her, thriving on her opulent body. We mated in a motionless ecstasy, with deeper breaths of passion and louder “I love you”, muffled with my mouth full.

Every once in a while I felt a squeeze of her kegal muscles around my cock, and in response I would stiffen my cock even more. I felt like I was radiating heat, boiling passion. We both always loved this and we often tease each other like this. She loves to feel me growing inside of her, and I love to feel like she is milking me while I am milking her udders.

After an eternity of heaven we started pounding again on each other. I looked at her juicy rolls and fat boobs, peeking over to admire the tallness of her booty. I love to see a towering mountain of flesh in the background, all jiggling as a big wavy ocean as I fuck her. With a big woman shaped like Boricua, Lailani or Sicilia, like my wife is (with bigger boobs) you have so many ways to indulge yourself in that position. Personally, one thing I love is to put my hands below her booty and feel those big succulent bags of flab that she has. What I often do is I lift them up and I fuck her from the down-up for a while. Then all of a sudden I let them go. The heavy weight of her fat hips lands on my pelvis, in a big loud splash. Then I force her big butt all the way down, and I keep her there: but this time I fuck her as hard as I can. It’s like hitting some big, warm water balloons and it feels like I’m fucking her with my all my muscles, not just my penis. Like I’m entering her with my whole body and soul. Even my fingers feel inside of her, being sunken all the way into the flesh of her hips.

END OF PART 2. CONCLUSION IN 2 DAYS!

Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1

Angeliche cataste di grasso

July 24, 2009

angelica-cataste-di-lardo

Sui fianchi ha delle autentiche cataste di lardo.
Sono gnocchi di puro grasso.
Angelica ha delle bellissime cosce, tutte increspate di cellulite.
Vorrei leccare il burro dei suoi fianchi.

(Photo is (c) courtesy of avivajuda.com)

Asshley stesa sul letto che mostra le cosce impienite di grasso

July 22, 2009

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E se volevate carne, carne avrete… guardate che splendore, Asshley la bella grassona stesa sul letto con le sue coscione stracolme di lardo, ingrassate a dovere nel corso degli anni, come si era detto in questa sede tempo fa… come fare a resisterle? Come non buttarsi a bocca aperta sopra quel ribollire di cellulite, presente in quantita’ piu’ che generosa, in molte e numerose distese morbidissime… sono cosce fatte per essere strette e palpate, sono fatte per muovercisi dentro durante l’accoppiamento. Son cosce impregnate di grasso, fiere della loro obesità, son cosce che ti faranno godere per una vita intera, grazie a tutta l’abbondanza che Asshley espone in modo sfacciato, consapevole che pochissime altre donne hanno cosce grasse come le sue.

E sembra dire, godi di questa carnosa dote, e venerami per l’eternità.

(Photo (c) courtesy of bigcuties.com)


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