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The Fat and Soft Beauty of Japan

October 13, 2013

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Her mammaries are soft and bulky. They are meaty, and the cuteness of her Japanese features exudes sex. Is she a top executive in need of some love, or perhaps a high rank nanny, offering her goods?

She looks like she could be out of a manga or a anime, with her silky skin and pronounced curves.

Her breasts are 144cm, her waist is 85cm, and her hips are a nice 121cm. In inches that’s 57-33-48.

She shows you her big boobs. She gained weight recently, more flesh.

She wants to feed you. “Succhiami le tette, succhiami le tette,” she says.

You grab one giant boob and you pour it on your lips. The soft flesh drips into your mouth. You suck it in, milking her like a hungry teenager. You suckle her teat like a baby, slurping her copious milk.

You become a child again, nuzzling your face between her giant boobs.

DeDeDeRenne’s opulence

June 6, 2013

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(image is (c) DeDe_DeRenne)

DeDeDeRenne, allow me to say you are very beautiful.
Your stare is what gives intensity
to a fire of opulence
the hint of a smile on a hot
kiss
lips that can give life
I’d love to be hugged by you
the cuddly arms and generous breast pressed on my chest
all the buttery softness
that’s what keeps a man alive
day after day
how can men not lust about you?
it doesn’t matter if it’s a sin
I will always desire to bow
my head into the center of one breast
and suckle the creamy flesh
into my mouth

Katrina, perfect nipples

May 18, 2013

Katrina perfect nipple

(photo is (c) supersizedbombshells.com)

Katrina has the most perfect nipples. Juicy as the most succulent peaches. I love the plump areolas.

Che belli quei capezzoli così gonfi, pronti per la mungitura.

Zia Carmela come Sabrina Salerno

February 26, 2011


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In una torrida estate romagnola, ero con mia zia Carmela in villeggiatura.

“Zia, fai come Sabrina Salerno in Boysboysboys, quand’e’ in piscina, che si tira su le tette nel reggiseno…”

“Ma cosa vuoi, le mie mammelle sono troppo grandi… ballano troppo”

“Meglio, cosi’ tutti le guardano,” dico io.

“Sai che ho notato che i bambini mi guardano le zinne? I bambini, e poi i vecchi di 70 o 80 anni. Chissa’ perche’…”

“Ci credo, io i miei amici non riusciamo a non guardarti, e mi piace quando cammini con le tette all’infuori di fronte ai vecchi del bar… madonna come guardano!”

“Sai che a volte ne scelgo uno e lo accontento… alcuni mi chiedono sempre di toccare, e cosi’ a volte gli faccio un favore…”

“Ma cosa chiedono?”

“Uno mi chiede sempre se mi puo’ palpare le cosce, ma la maggior parte vuole tastarmi il seno. Io non lo so… chissa’ perche’ sempre il seno, ho anche i fianchi molto grassi, non solo il seno…”

“Forse perche’ e’ talmente liquido che sembra una piscina piena di latte, come Poppea…”

“Ha ha, ma cosa dici… ma non e’ poi cosi’ enorme, mi sembra.” Si piego’ in avanti un po’, per mostrare la carne delle sue mammelle da latte.

“Zia, hai due montagne di carne al posto delle tette, te…”

“Ah!” mi sorrise, “ma dai… ascolta, va bene, vengo con te in piscina… a un patto pero’.”

“Evviva ziona!” esclamai mentre ancora parlava, nonostante il condizionale di fatto. Ero al settimo cielo. Sognai di vedere i vecchi bavosi mangiarsi con gli occhi le curve bovine della zia, mentre io le strizzavo le tette.

“Vengo con te in piscina, in bikini, solo se pero’ mentre scuoto le tette, tu puoi ti ci tuffi dentro, gridando “Mamma, mamma!”

“Si’! Si’!”

“E poi ti voglio spupazzare tutto, come una volta… tra le poccie e i miei fianchi… mi sono ingrassata…”

Mi sorrise con un misto di vergogna e eccitazione. I suoi capezzoli si indurirono un bel po’, sporgendo in fuori da dentro la vestaglia. Si piego’ in avanti, mostrando anche un ettaro delle sue cosce.

“Madonna, zia, come sei tanta… e d’altra parte, se non sei materna te,…”

“Davvero ti fai spupazzare dalla zia? Davvero?”

“Si’… certo…”

Carmela gongolo’. “Guarda che se poi mi chiami Mamma, io ti voglio nutrire, eh,” mi intimo’ con un sorriso da nobile matrona romana.

“Anche perche’ mi sono ingrassata…. guarda,” mi sussurro’ sporgendosi in avanti. Si apri’ la vestaglia mostrandomi il panorama delle sue enormi mammelle sostenute appena da un reggiseno veramente enorme, eppure insufficiente a contenere l’abbondanza delle sue forme giunoniche.

“E quindi, dicevo… se poi ti viene voglia di succhiare, puoi sempre succhiare la mia cellulite… o tirare fuori una mammella e iniziare a mungermi”

“Si’, si’, certo… come una mucca, una bella muccona!”

“Ha ha,” esclamo’ divertita, “ho tanto di quel latte… e glielo faccio vedere a Sabrina Salerno, che poi non ho mai capito cos’abbia di bello, ha poche curve, cosi’ magra poi…”

“Bella mucca, sei grassa come una mucca…”

Posso dire tutto a Zia Carmela, posso essere sincero. Lei ride e mi abbraccia. Puo’ sfamare un esercito. Vuole partorire.

E mentre si incammina, con tutta la sua cellulite ballonzolante, aggiunge, “e se i vecchi ti guardano, tu nasconditi tra le mie mammelle, e stringimele forte. Sono abbondanti ma sono molto grasse, liquide,… e poi mi piacciono le tue manine dentro la mia cellulite… sono cosi’ vellutate, caro!”

Mi immagino le facce dei vecchi, mentre vedono un adolescente succhiare il latte di una donna dai seni obesi come Zia Carmela.

OPULENZIA at the Sixth Point of Perversion: From a Valley of Lard, to a Port of Sin

December 12, 2010

(images in this story are (c) of their respective holders, which in order are:
Brie Brown, Ms SuperDome Booty, ChocoMelons, Katrina of Supersized Bombshells, Kati of SiliconeFree)

Carmela con i suoi cuscini di lardo, talmente grassi che ci si può sedere sopra

 

Previous Chapter

 


The Point of Perdition,
or,
How Passion sailed from a Valley of Lard, to a Port of Sin, safely

Zia Carmela had a very sweet way of reading and acknowledging feelings from people. It was almost as if she was able to read their minds. I’d love to give you an example. My friend Gianni, a really smart computer geek, always had a thing for Japanese culture and tiny cutesy Asian girls. Somehow Carmela seemed to know that, as the first time he came over to visit us, she wore a kimono and made him sushi, without asking him anything. By the end of the meal he was completely lost in love with her, and he had an embarrassing boner. I’m sure the many smiles she gave him made him happy, as well as the deep cleavage she was conceding when pouring him wine. Plus, I’ve never seen Gianni so relaxed before. And I had never seen him so interested in women’s legs before. He has always been a boob guy, but he just couldn’t stop staring at my aunt’s big thighs, any moment he had a chance. It goes without saying he was also drooling over her breasts, otaku-style.

Gianni was not the only one. With Rosario, a great guy I met in Naples who happens to also be an excellent cook, Carmela had him do all the cooking. She just sat at the table eating everything he presented her. Rosario was elated to cook for a woman who was enjoying his food so much. He kept looking at her voluminous hips. When it was time to leave, she gave him a big kiss, almost on his lips, and she put his hands on her hips.

“Stringimi,” she said. “Come on, squeeze me tight, dear…”

She knew he loved her soft hips.

“Can you feel it? You made my hips bigger with all your delicious dishes! Feel me up, I’m not kidding!” she said with a smile, slapping her own curves as he was digging in.

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