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OPULENZIA: Fourteen cows in the Alps, and Carmela’s dowry

October 23, 2017

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Zia Carmela decided we should spend the rest of the summer in the mountains. She loved nature, its slow sounds, its openness as well as its laws, and she loved being free, feeling the crisp breeze on her bare skin.

She especially loved the Alps, the tall chain of Italian mountains that defines the upper border of the Peninsula. She really loved going in a remote malga in Trentino, surrounded only by cows and the silence of nature.

So that’s where we went.

As we were walking toward the refuge, the brisk air became noticeable, like a caress from the goddesses. The calm and quietness of everything around us revealed itself. For a moment, I stood there in awe at the earthy beauty of all.

To participate in this moment, Carmela, at peace with the honesty all around us, showed the full volumes of her breasts. The girth of her curves was radiant in the summer light. Her decolletè, absolutely gorgeous.

“How you doing, my dear?”

Having been there never before in my life, it was all new to me. But Carmela knew more what to expect, and actually looked like she was at home. She took off her jacket and walked the path in just her low-cut summer dress and skimpy semi-transparent skirt. The fresh breeze swept through her hair down to her thighs, as a lover full of desire.

Occasionally she’d stop to sit down and rest. Sometimes, I swear, I thought she was stopping just to expose her very generous cleavage. That lush valley between two jiggly mountains of flesh, bursting at the seams and thick like a bed of pillows.

Zia Carmela knew I was always staring but she always let me look. During the walk a couple times she smiled and opened her arms to me, leading my face into her maternal bosoms.

“Come here dear, come to auntie, let me hug you a little,” she said knowing what I coveted.

“Che belle le tue tettone, zia, che morbide…”

“Fatti spupazzare, caro, spupazza i miei seni…” The softness of her boobs was infinite. She was offering them to me just like that. I just hoped I had what she was looking for.

One tease after the other, finally we arrived. We settled in and soon went back outside to continue to enjoy the sunshine. She took out cheeses of various kinds, bread, lard, wine. We set everything up on the patio table, Zia Carmela occasionally directing me, while I wasn’t able to stop looking at her.

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La Risacca

February 18, 2017

la-risacca

La risacca del grasso che ti cade sopra

OPULENZIA: the Twelfth chapter, or a Leap of Faith into the Heavenly Ocean

February 18, 2016

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After the unexpected but very pleasurable “breakfast,” we finally got our act together and left the house.

Zia Carmela dressed in a way that emphasized the abundance of her body. Her long wavy hair was unrestrained: it was so long and thick that it covered most of her back, barely touching the top of her butt. If you looked at her from the front, often times you’d be able to admire a shiny lock gently resting on her breasts. And behind such lush hair, you could still see the suppleness of her shoulders.

She wore dark red lipstick, and some mascara to show people who’s boss. Although with boobs like that she really didn’t need to. Her sleeve-less summer dress was low-cut both in the front and in the back, making her warm complexion stand out against the long luscious hair. Her bra was the biggest shelf bra ever, building a somewhat decent support for the very prosperous breasts.

“I love to wear this kind of bra, it makes my boobs jiggle the most…”

Sì, come una mucca…” Mi riempii le mani con le sue tette. Le piaceva farsi strizzare le mammelle.

“Pronta per essere munta,” mi rispose, sporgendosi in avanti un po’. Voleva proprio farmi vedere quanto era mucca.

The dress continued vaporous toward her hips, outlining their magnificent girth.

“Che bella grassona che sei, zia!”

She smiled, pleased and compiaciuta of herself. Le diedi una manata sul culone sguignolo, and we walked out the door.

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Mara 38KK Winking Daisy

May 20, 2014

questa è proprio pronta da mungere
quella bocca e quelle mammelle gridano abbondanza

Le montagne di lardo di Lushes Thunder

May 18, 2014

Non so se ve l’ho mai detto, ma adoro le montagne di grasso di Golden Bombshell aka Lushes Thunder… Le sue stupefacenti misure, 116-102-218. Coppa G come mammella, che credo che equivalga ad un’ottava come minimo. Ma soprattutto quei fianchi da capogiro, carichi di lardo…


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