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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

Il cuscino di carne di Sadie

July 13, 2016

cuscione

Appoggiati sul mio cuscino di carne
tutto caldo, tutto morbido
tutta cellulite, pura
acquosa come il latte
ma più burrosa

bury your face in my hip
grab it from both sides
and squeeze it, suckle it
savor it
so warm, so soft

E’ tutto grasso, caro
Ti piace il culone della zia?
Immergiti nelle onde della mia carne, sono un mare
di grasso, stringimi, baciami
Mi voglio ingrassare i fianchi

ancora di più

OPULENZIA: the Thirteenth Chapter, or when Curves expose the Weaknesses of Youth

May 21, 2016

Curve a non finire

Previous Chapter

We dropped the groceries at the car. As we moved each bag in, the weight of the bags made my body swing almost out of balance, making me innocently bump into Carmela’s padded volumes. Oops. Bella culona grassa…

Then, instead of jumping back in the car and going home as I expected, Carmela stopped on her feet and declared “Come on, let’s go.”

Eden MorShe led me back to the mall, sort of in a hurry. The very steady pace made her breasts bounce wildly. Her nipples became erected.

We went into the ladies restroom. She took me by the hand and pushed me against the wall. She pulled down my pants in the atrium and she exposed me in front of all the ladies there. Everybody was looking. I caught a beautiful tettona looking at me straight in the eye. Le mangiai le tette con gli occhi, immaginandomi di succhiarle le mammelle gonfie di latte.

In order to draw my attention back, Carmela simply lifted her own skirt and revealed her gigantic hips. That’s all she had to do. They were so fat. All of a sudden nobody could compare. She moved in my direction, slowly, her lard exposed and jiggling everywhere. My penis lifted itself up steadily at the vision of all that cellulite, while the rest of my body was paralyzed in awe. I couldn’t even control it. ‘Twas like I was being transformed into something perversely different, but that I knew intimately.

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

February 18, 2016

vaporous2

Previous Chapter

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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The mountains of lard on Brie’s hips

May 11, 2015

Brie’s endowed with obese curves. Her hips are a mountain of cellulite.
They jiggle like waves in a pool.
Her lover can’t believe that he got so lucky.
He always dreamed about holding a giant pair of hips. And now he has all that fat in front of him. No muscular tone, just pure cellulite. It jiggles everywhere, the sex of opulence. Pillows of fat to lift and squeeze, and hold on during mating. She lays there, offering those heavy mountains of lard, knowing that’s all she needs to do. And then the bonus fat of her thighs, because despite all the creaminess of the hips, her thighs are padded columns of lust.


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