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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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La meretrice grassa

December 30, 2016

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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)

Huge chunky boobs

May 25, 2014

Non so come si chiami, ma anche questa è proprio da mungere subito. E’ gravida di latte, vuole nutrire, essere munta.

Your girlfriend meets MsDawn

September 30, 2012

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Dawn, the Goddess of Abundance, is waiting for you. She is wearing a comfy, nice big shirt. Yet it looks so tight and form-fitting. It looks so beautiful on her. When she walks, those heavy bulbs of softness shake the fabric like the surface of the sea at the beginning of a tempest.

“Mammelle, mammelle nutrienti! Fatemi godere della vostra Abbondanza!”

Her bra. Mio Dio. I thought it was a sea, while in fact it was an ocean. The jars are full of milk. Overflowing. You don’t believe her? She takes you on her walk, with her shelf of breast meat fully exposed. You look at her incredible abundance.

Imagine if your skinny, “curvy” girl was there next to you. You love your girlfriend, but I don’t think you’ll be able to pull yourself away from Dawn’s jiggling beauty. Not for one second. You never saw such fullness before. You are captured by the vastness of her breast, and fall into her outrageously dipping canyons.

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Her flesh jiggles, bounces and shakes as whole milk inside a jar. All you want to do is dip your head into those healthy hills. Simona, your girlfriend, notices and she orders you to strip down naked. You won’t dare to get hard, right?

But you are in front of the Goddess of Abundance. And standing in front of her makes you very strong, very full of will. Your muscles seem harder. Your willingness to work is intense. You’d do anything for her, anything to even just touch her huge soft curves. You feel taller, more powerful. You look again at her lips and you are ready to mate. Just like that. One look at her lips, above a jiggly paradise of beauty, and your shameless pride shows itself.

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“Bella tettona grassa, come sei bella…” You can’t even contain yourself.

Your girlfriend is mad, but she can’t stop looking at you. She never saw you that… big. And when Ms Dawn walks back and forth in front of you, you jolt wildly, shining to point of bursting, stiff as a horse in heat.

And then, only then, when the Goddess walks right next to you, showing off her magnificent fat curves, only then you actually understand. You touch her, feeling her softness. Your desire is intense.

Your girl is getting naked.

It feels like ancient times. Imagine being in a Roman bathhouse. The warmth around you, the dampened noises, the shared intimacy of bodies in the water. Water. Life. Your girlfriend is completely naked, the cosce tornite, exposing her young, toned body. Men look at her. She has round, wide hips and a small waist. thick thighs, like I said. Next to her, Dawn, the Goddess of Abundance. Her extremely opulent breasts, generously exposed, jiggle all over the place. She is a head-turner. Males definitely look at her.

Dawn kisses your girl, slowly, caressing her in the warm water. Simona’s hands sink gently into Dawn’s flesh. She grabs her beautiful udders. She’s amazed by how incredible they feel, in all of their divine softness. She fondles them with true love and dedication.

You look at her plump hips, Simona has nice thick curves. But then you turn your head over to Dawn and see the mountain of cellulite on her hips. Your passion jolts and commands your attention. You fondle and squeeze those beautiful hips, well padded with the softest meat. Her dimples and craters are especially sweet and you adore them with your lips. Simona, your girlfriend, also reaches over to fondle Dawn’s hips.

You get on your knees, holding one of Dawn’s giant thighs like an enormous log of mortadella. One hand on the outer side, the other on the inner thigh. She is so meaty. She is fat, well endowed.

“Bella Grassona,” you say, right in front of your girlfriend, looking at Dawn’s meat. She sees your passion. She sees that you like all that flesh. She looks at you and wants to steal that passion. She grabs the love handles on her own hips and she offers them to you. You rest on your knees to ponder on her lard, fondle it, adore it. You offer your passion to Simona; you let her come closer to you until you penetrate her. No shame. And yes she takes you, slowly. As she pleases. She loves it. You love so much flesh.

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Dawn moves to the side, standing next to you as you fuck your girlfriend. She pushes your face into the pillowy softness of her thigh. You lick her and suckle her, grabbing chunks of her copious cellulite. Simona moans in pleasure. She never felt you like this before. Dawn gives her a pastry, and she eats it avidly. As she eats you slap Dawn’s thigh, as to tell her an animalistic “Get fat like this.”

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“And this,” replies Dawn, bending over while getting down on her knees. Her fat boobs bounce and plop down right on your face. Big, soft pillows of flesh.

Bella tettona grassa, I love your flesh!” you scream, totally oblivious to the fact your girlfriend can hear you, and she only has a C cup. But she can’t complain, because you keep getting harder and harder.

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Succhiami, succhiami,” Dawn keeps whispering. You suckle her fat breasts and grab Simona’s waist, squeezing her there and around her hips. “Grasso, carne, lardo, come sei bella Dawn, bella tettona…” Simona can feel you climaxing and you can feel her excitement. She’s basically sitting on you. You move a hand along her thigh, squeezing her as if she was a mucca da mattanza.

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Ingrassati, ingrassati…” you tell her, shamelessly. At that point Dawn submerges you with her boobs. She gets on her knees behind you, taking your torso between her legs. Your head falls between her udders. You squeeze her thighs, they are so much fatter than Simona’s. That’s when you come, exploding in Simona’s vulva. “Fat, fat, softer than flesh, big, long thighs, get fatter, ingrassati, come sei tanta, maternal curves…”

Guarda la mia carne, caro, toccami, palpa le coscione della zia. Ti piacciono le coscoie della zia, come le chiamavi da piccolino? Guarda come è grassa la ziona, adresso, mi sono ingrassata per te. Sì, toccami, stringimi, madonna caro, ti voglio bene, sai… guarda i miei fianchi…”

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Il seno imburrato di Jade 125Q

November 15, 2009
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Ah, the magical rich texture of Jade's fat breasts...

Questo e’ cio’ che si suole chiamare un seno bene inburrato. Edipo si nutre da queste mammelle ogni mattina e ogni notte. Lecca, succhia, stringe, ama. Dal suo abbondante petto da balia, Jade gli dona caldo latte intero, cullandolo nel lussuoso comfort della sua opulenza. La labbra gentili, la morbida carne, le grasse increspature di quelle montagne di burro, sono tutto ciò che il fortunato amante necessita per godere come Epicuro, eternamente.

(photo is (c) GiganticNaturalBreasts.com)