Archive for November, 2010

Sofia Rose covers you with curves

November 30, 2010


(clips (c) bbwsofiarose.com)

It’s not just the size and squishiness of her boobs that convinced him to procreate. It’s not just the softness of her belly, gorgeous in its decadence. Nor is the classic beauty of her fat thighs, marvelous in their opulent shape, or the bulging rotundity of her hips. Nor is the mysterious sensuality of her mouth, that could equally belong to a princess of the ancient world, a mother loaded with milk, and the most expert whore.

It’s all of that, and much more that makes him a slave of such fertile temptation. It’s the overall feeling of prosperity he receives from her healthy body. It’s her beauty as a Goddess, a woman, a Temptress with a mission to carry life and serenity.

Farrah Foxx excitement (or how big thighs can change the course of your day)

November 26, 2010


If you work in an office, do you occasionally get hard-ons while you tap away at your computer? That what happened to me today. Continuous hard-ons, one after the other. And my mind would constantly drift toward the unique sensual grace that belongs to Farrah Foxx.

I just love her. I love her big, meaty thighs. I’d love to meet her just to squeeze them and show her how beautiful she is. But most of all I love her smile, which makes her curves even softer. There’s something so sensual in the way she smiles.

So I was typing away and just doing my job, then somehow an image of her quickly stormed my mind. Then it left, quickly as it came. Or so I thought. But then, slowly, I started feeling my cock getting harder, and harder, and harder. In front of me I just had my monitor, some text, and the aseptic environment of my workplace. Nothing else. Despite all this, the image of Farrah’s sweet smile was somehow vivid in my mind, and together with her abundant curves she took over me. Thank god for cubicles!

I saw Farrah covered in lace, gently hiding her gorgeous softness with the thinnest and most delicate of all garments. She is magnificent, my own Arabian Nights’ Sharāzād. I could almost feel the exquisite texture of her skin underneath the lacy stuff. She is very juicy.

Then she takes my hand and puts her on her thigh.

“Squeeze my fat thighs, sweetie. Squeeze them…”

Her legs feel like silos of pure fat. So beautiful. I saw a woman today in San Francisco with thighs like that, big fat rolls of meat, and she was wearing a miniskirt. Big, chunky craters of cellulite. No stockings. She was a business lady, elegant buttoned up shirt, and matching short skirt. With giant fat legs jiggling everywhere as she walked quickly down Montgomery Street.

How could I not think about Farrah? Plus, Farrah has even bigger ones.

“Do you like my big thighs, sweetie?”

“Oh my dear Farrah, I love them. I love how fat they are.” Next thing I know my face is buried into her hips. I love to suckle her cellulite. Kiss it and chew it between my lips. Savor it. Lick it, and suck on it. Farrah’s cellulite is the softest and I could fondle it for years.

“You like my fat, honey?”

You know, one thing I love about Farrah is that I can totally see her talk like that. Sweetly yet in a perverted way. Her eyes are pure eroticism. Her softness, the most angelic sin.
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The fat shelves at Valerie’s

November 22, 2010


Valerie is very well endowed in the hips department. Do you want to reach over and tap those very generous curves? She is so prosperous that her flesh piled up on her thighs as much as it could, and then kept piling up on top, building up a dam full of cellulite. It’s 100% fat. It jiggles all the time. Like giant buckets of whole milk. Her lover is lucky because he can dip his hands into those very fat buttocks. He will probably have entire meals on that table of lard.
(photo is (c) vivalavalerie.com)

Cresci Valerie, cresci. Ingrassati. Mangia, nutriti. Nutri i tuoi fianchi, falli diventare piu’ gonfi, ancora piu’ pieni, piu’ liquidi. Accatasta dell’altro lardo, e fatti stringere i fianchi, dai… sei cosi’ grassa, bella culona da monta…

Superdome e’ quasi piu’ larga di una porta

November 18, 2010


(Clip is (c) of mssuperdome.com)
Superdome e’ talmente grassa che ormai e’ piu’ larga di una porta. Le sue cosce sono degli autentici bastioni di lardo, inzuppati di crema, burro e ottima ricotta, di quella non scremata.

Vien voglia di avvicinarsi e darle una bella manata su quegli ammassi di cellulite, facendo apprezzamenti sulla loro grassezza smodata.

Did Plump Princess gain even more luscious thickness?

November 14, 2010


(Photo is (c) PlumpPrincess.com)

Her thighs look fatter than ever. Her sides truly reveal the gorgeous abundance of her hips. And when she faces you directly, grabbing the pillowy softness of her belly, she looks as innocent and lascivious. Her big, fat thighs look engorged with flesh. They look so full. The leggings do nothing but emphasize the sheer fatness of her beauty. She has plenty of meat for you. Grab her large hips. Think about it for a second. That’s a lot, a lot of meat. Meat. Carne. Belle cosce di quelle gonfie di grasso. Io le afferrerei e le soppeserei come delle sacche piene di bistecche. Di quelle grasse e succose, naturalmente. Una cosi’ dovrebbe girare per le vie di Milano in minigonna, con quelle calze, ed entrare in un bel ristorante lussuoso. Mentre si siede, la gonna sale mostrando quei silos rigonfi di lardo. La sedia e’ troppo piccola e le sue curve tumultuose travalicano i confini. Un anziano signore le passa di fanco e senza volere si ferma a guardarle le cosce. Incapace di controllare la sua erezione le sorride con gioia, di fronte alla rabbia della moglie, che dopo una vita insieme e’ riuscita a conservarsi magra, sebbene con mole rughe. La principessa mangia e gli sorride indietro, sollevandosi la gonna un altro poco, per mostrare i gnocchi di lardo sui suoi fianchi.

“Mi sono ingrassata, sa”

“Bella cosciona, bella… continua, mangia, ingrassati” le dice lui, la bava alla bocca.

“Antonio, cosa dici! Stai zitto! Non vedi che ti ti fai ridere dietro?” La moglie stizzita non riesce a credere ai suoi occhi.

“Signora, non si preoccupi… suo marito vuole un po’ di carne, tutto qua… non e’ vero, caro? Ti piacciono le coscione, vero?”

“Mo si’, cicciona, quanto sei bella…”

“Sta zitto! Sta zitto!!”

“Signora, se vuole le dico come ingrassarsi… io me ne intendo, sa…”

La moglie sempre piu’ arrabbiata non sa piu’ cosa dire. “Stia zitta anche lei, accidenti! E si copra, non vede che e’ indecente con tutta quella… carne?!”

“Signora, la ringrazio, e’ un complimento quello che mi ha fatto. Per anni pensavo di avere le gambe troppo magre…” La principessa risponde con eleganza ai toni sgarbati della vecchia scheletrica.

“Ma se sono due prosciutti, stia buona!! E tu smettila di guardare, accidenti!”

“Facciamo cosi’. Visto che non riesce a smettere di guardare, e per evitare che quel bastone rompa i suoi pantaloni…”

La plump princess viene interrotta un’altra volta. “Che volgare, madonna, che volgare…”

“Dicevo, facciamolo toccare. Va bene? Venga qua, caro signore, lo sa che e’ molto carino? Ecco, guardi, qui… tocchi qua, tocchi, stringa pure…” e cosi’ facendo gli mette una mano nel pieno della coscia. La sua mano sembra piccola in tutto quel grasso.

“Bella cosciona grassa, sei tanta e piena… bona come una mucca, fammi sentire i fianchi… grassa, grassa sei, belle cosce, belle cosce da carne…”

Continuo’ a schiaffeggiare con dolcezza la prosperosa opulenza dei suoi nuovi sogni. Soppeso’ i gnocchi dei suoi fianchi. Affondo’ le dita nella cellulite, con abbandono.

Dovettero essere accompagnati fuori, dove si abbandonarono a effusioni nel mezzo del parco. Lui rinacque bambino e si spinse dentro di lei come i suoi coetanei non sapevano fare. Lei continuo’ ad ingrassarsi e a mostrare le sue morbide grazie. La moglie invece divorzio’ l’anziano marito e si risposo’. Dopo aver messo su qualche chilo.


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