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Le coscione grasse di Cajun

November 13, 2015


Le coscione di Cajun Big Ez sono sempre belle da vedere, in tutta la loro abbondanza.

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Cajun’s front side thigh fat

April 16, 2011

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Cajun mi fa impazzire per la quantita’ di grasso nella parte anteriore delle cosce. Tutta quella carne che sporge in avanti e’ divina. Chissa’ come balla quando cammina…

I hope Cajun often wears miniskirts, it would be a crime not to show off those thighs.

OPULENZIA: the Fifth Step, when Carmelona hugs the Hunger for Love, and her fat prevails

August 13, 2010

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After a few days with Zia Carmela I was going crazy. Carmela would nonchalantly walk around half naked exposing her enormous graces, subjecting me to the embarrassment of my own erections, as I was unable to do anything about it. What was there to do anyway? I was cursed with a wet dream of a Goddess that happened to be my aunt.

I started requesting hugs, just to feel the embrace of her soft body against mine. It was very much a bittersweet torture, but it felt so good to just press myself against her pillowy curves. The hard-ons I would get during those intimate moments were painfully mind-blowing. And it was just a hug! I purposely started wearing the softest sweat pants or pajamas — with no underwear! — just to feel my cock pressed into her spongy, wet fat thighs. She was extremely tall, and often times she was wearing heels on top of it, insomuch that my groin was at the same height of the fattest point of her thighs. And there, it was like pushing against a mountain of whipped cream. I never imagined a human body could feel so good.

Hug after hug, I would try to get friskier and friskier. The first time she hugged me, when my head naturally landed between her tits, I just stayed there motionless, enjoying the Flesh Heaven but afraid she would be enraged at me any moment. But she never was. So the second or third time, I started moving my head and nuzzling my lips into that paradise. The fourth time, I flat out opened my lips, just to feel her creamy boob flesh enter my mouth. She never gave me any signals that my behavior was unacceptable. On the contrary, she was trying to soothe me into thinking that I was just following my instincts, whatever they were. So it was ok. How can that be wrong, after all? Just let it go…

But in what wonderful abyss of perversion was my behavior leading me?


Cajun hips for breakfast

July 18, 2010

Wouldn’t you love to wake up and have some Cajun Big Hips & Full Thighs for breakfast? The really fat, bulging kind, topped with a giant ball of melted mozzarella and served with very generous sides of butter, cream, and a heaping bowl of lard. Everything is smothered in thick, luxurious layers of cellulite, so soft your lips will keep coming back and dive into an ocean of decadence.

(photo is (c) of BBW Cajun Big EZ Productions)

Phat Copula

May 2, 2009


ARE my hips fat enough for you? IS my butt too small? Grab me here, I’ve got so much PHAT round here… and then squeeze my thigh down there, hard, yeah, sink in that hunk of lard…

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