*NEW* BADDEST BBW PROMO 2
Title: “A Tricks and Treats Tale”
It was the night before Halloween, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for the curvaceous temptress who was about to give herself a self-care treat. Curvaceous Chauntelle was known far and wide for her ample assets, and tonight, she was going to put on a spooktacular show.
Chauntelle stepped out of her Mumford & Sons t-shirt and yoga pants, revealing her voluptuous body adorned in a skintight, skimpy Halloween costume. The tight red latex minidress hugged her lush, meaty hips and chunky thighs, while her pillowy breasts nearly spilled out of the low-cut neckline. She twirled around, her dress riding up to expose her thick, juicy booty barely contained by the skimpy rerun skirt.
She sauntered over to her bed, the weighted walk of her voluptuous thighs clapping together as she moved. Sidling up to the edge, she let herself plop down, her vast, billowing assets shaking like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
Chauntelle reached for the nearby bottle of massage oil, pouring a generous amount into her plump palm. As her ample hands glided over her expansive rear end, she let out a satisfied moan, appreciating her own impressive physique. She continued to massage herself, running her slick, sensual hands over every peak and valley of her goddess-like curves.
As her touch became more intense, she could feel her blood pumping and her body temperature rising. Needful, wanton whimpers escaped her plump, pouty lips as her naughty hands found their way to her sensitive spots. She slid a hand down the front of her latex bodice, seeking out the hidden delights beneath.
The wet sounds of pleasure filled the room as Chauntelle pleasured her puffy, swollen folds, molested her massive melons, and pounded her virginal vault. Her moans intensified as she stroked harder, faster, letting out petulant squeals each time she hit a super-sensitive spot.
Chauntelle writhed uncontrollably on the mattress, her enormous body quaking like a toadstool in a windstorm. As her climax approached, she used both hands to thrust three fingers into her dripping depths, while also fondling and pinching her engorged nipples.
“Oohh yes! Ohhh! Fill… ohh fill me up! C’mon, toy!” she commanded her toys, as if they could hear. The synthetic cocks swirled inside her voracious holes with renewed vigor.
Chauntelle undulated on the bed, through her peak, and into another. Her slippery pussy gushed with each thrust, and her hefty tits bounced like overripe melons. She gripped the sheets, holding on for dear life as her lover rode her to completion.
As the waves of pleasure crashed over her, Chauntelle let out a guttural, satisfying scream of satisfaction. She collapsed onto the bed, her body covered in a thick sheen of sweat, her crimson costume riding up to reveal all of her naughty places.
After a few moments of catching her breath, Chauntelle smiled and giggled to herself, thoroughly pleased with both her performance and her self-care moment. Glancing at her phone, she noticed dozens of new messages and notifications.
“Looks like my boys watched,” she thought with a devilish grin. “I’d better do another one just for them.”
With a quick change of costume and props, Chauntelle was ready to give her fans an encore they would never forget. All of the local boys who were lucky enough to be on her fan list were in for the thrill of a lifetime.
She was just getting started, and the night was still young. Chauntelle didn’t mind being called a dirty girl – in fact, she wore it like a naughty badge of honor.
