Posts Tagged ‘tettone grasse’

Il capezzolo della zia

July 26, 2017

Il capezzolo della zia Carmela e’ grasso, che ti riempie la bocca. Si fa assaggiare per via della sua abbondanza, e da quella solida morbidezza esce un latte burroso, molto cremoso. Il passaggio dalla carne al latte lo percepisci appena. Ciucciare dal suo seno è come se la sua mammella prima ti riempisse la bocca, e poi ti si sciogliesse dentro. Come un uovo di cioccolata al latte che poi inizia a sciolgersi. Lei ti nutre. E tu sogni di ingravidarla mentre ti immergi nel suo seno da ultramaggiorata. Come Serena Grandi nell’Iniziazione, ma molto più abbondante.

Una Serena Grandi grassissima, mille volte più tettona, e con delle cosce così:

Ti piace il grasso delle mie mammelle?

April 5, 2017

“Big Cutie MizzPuss radiant beauty”

La meretrice grassa

December 30, 2016

meretricegrassa-be59

La meretrice grassa mi si avvicinò
mi mostro le sue curve grasse, piene
obese
ostentando i loro volumi enormi
vicino alla mia faccia

un seno di latte cremoso, caldo
un mucchio di cuscini carnosi
gonfi
una mucchia burrosa morbidissima
che si muove sotto i miei occhi

l’abbondanza esotica
il grasso delle tettone
le braccia morbide, vellutate
i folti capelli neri
la vita il ventre il bacino da Giunone dea,
o domina imperiale
madre, zia e amante infinita
prendimi
oltre il tempo
sempre piu’ lussuriosa
opulenta
tanta

(Bella Buxom image (c) SouthernCharms)

The copious opulence of Scarlett’s hips

September 24, 2016
i fianchi larghissimi di zia Carmela

Just like Aunt Carmela’s hips

I love how wide Scarlett is. I think she is three times as wide as myself. Her hips are so generous that she could revive the deads. Can you imagine hugging her? Her soft waist would welcome you and put you at ease. Then you’ll feel the bulging expanse below, so wide you can rest your arms on it. It must be like resting your arms on the softest pillows.

I would love to kiss her on her neck while my hands hold her on the largest points of her hips. Assuming I can reach that far! I’d love to squeeze her gently there, sinking my fingers into her flesh. I bet I would NOT be able to find her hipbone beneath all that fat! Oh, how beautiful that is. A paradise of opulence.

I love her soft belly and the giant waterfalls of lard that descend down from the mountainous hips. And then the obese thighs, loaded with the softest cellulite. I think I could make love to even just one of her thighs! They are so big. Look at how big and fluffy they are in the photo below. Layers and layers of cellulite. Plus the opulent, overflowing breasts on top.

Oh Scarlett, what I’d do to even just squeeze the magnificence of your curves!

Scarlett's giant thighs

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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