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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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I love

April 2, 2017

I love my wife’s hips
the chunks of meat i can grab
I love that I can fill more than my wide, open hand
she’s so deep
so much junk
I love that i can lift her booty when we mate
I love to feel her weight on me
the weight of her fat dropping on me, especially
I feel so lucky to have so much
I open my legs ready to receive all of her abundance
Her big, meaty legs around me
When i caress them my fingers sink into her lard
it feels like warm butter
it’s good to feel so much meat around you
I feel safe
my only attention is to her graces
the grace of her soft legs meeting her cute plump belly
the richness of the flesh on her waist
when i reach her booty i am ready to go
ready to enter her womb again
I love to open my arms and feel the wide load
of her big, fleshy hips
I love them so much
I love to be between them
immersed in them, in all their opulence
quella bella culona, così generosa, così tanta,
piena
gonfia
bella grassona, tutta mia
her shelf booty is so meaty that it feels amazing when you
lift it
and then you let it drop on yourself,
all that meat splashing onto your basis
i love to feel like i own all that beauty
those big fat wide hips
quickly i realize that all my friends deal with smaller booties
except one whose wife is a close friend of my wife
she has an even bigger booty, ripe with flesh
like a fat booty queen
anyway i love to feel the flesh of my wife on me
then
i submerge my head into her breast
her bosom welcomes me surrounding me in its flesh
her chest is so generous
ha due tettone grosse il triplo di quelle di Serena Grandi
mi piace mungerla mentre mi è sopra
i grab one giant boob with both hands and squeeze
her nipple between my lips
into my mouth
I milk her, squeezing her flesh
che tettona
tettona culona
grassa come una bella mucca
her abundance is even more revealed when sometimes
while she’s on top I twist my body a bit
pulling my head outside of her breast
to face the ocean of flesh on her waist and hips
oh my god how hot is she
her hips bulge out like ancient godly amphorae
overflowing with beauty, cellulite, flesh
and dripping over into her giant thighs
wider than my wide open hand
I cannot grasp one thigh with one hand
it’s too wide
but i can feel its abundance when i
sink my palm into the softness of her thigh flesh
I squeeze, I love, I lust
quanta carne
bella cosciona grassa
cicciona, tanta
I squeeze, I love, I adore
her


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