This Hot BBW will get a extremely thorough and deep pussy-massage!
The curves of her physique jiggled and swayed as she made her solution to the therapeutic massage desk, her substantial ass straining towards the flimsy cloth of her barely-there thong. This plus-sized magnificence, a voluptuous BBW with tits that seemed like they may smother a person to demise, oozed sexual confidence as she sauntered over to the awaiting desk, a glance of raunchy anticipation etched on her plump, pouty lips.
Her title was Natalie, and she or he was the kind of lady who made males weak within the knees and salivate on the sight of herوہ outsized, pendulous breasts, ripe for the groping; her thick, meaty thighs, good for resting one’s head upon; and her virtually comical, stomach-distending muffin prime, the proper perch for a lover’s thrusting hips.
But it was her cunt that basically drew the attention – an ideal, pink flower of pulsing, puffy lips cloaked temptingly with a bush of darkish curls that appeared to wink and beckon with each bounce of her doughy ass cheeks. It was an attractive fuck-me fuckhole, prepared and desirous to service any stiff, throbbing cocks courageous sufficient to push previous its silky gates.
As Natalie settled onto the desk, her huge tits spilling over its sides, the masseuse smirked – he knew he was in for a deal with. “The usual today, Natalie?” he requested, voice dripping with suggestion.
“The usual, my sweet,” she sighed, spreading her meaty thighs, welcoming him to do his ‘wicked vag’ work. “Don’t you dare leave out a single inch of my…aging flesh, ohhh yes indeedy. I want you to get in there…and REALLY dig deep.”
The dirty-ass masseuse wanted no additional invitation. With a smile that might solely be described as ‘slobbering’, he was throughout her like a pig in shit. Big, beefy fingers went straight for her juicy mounds, kneading and groping, palming her fats udders like some wicked cow farmer. Natalie let loose a lustful moan, her nipples hardening like erasers underneath his agency contact.
“Mmmfff… Stroke them boobies…їwant your hand down my blouse, baby… Thousand dollar titties…”
For his subsequent trick, the wicked schmuck ran his masculine mitts down her doughy physique, side-stepping her stomach and heading straight for her cunt. With medical precision he pushed her pussy lips aside, admiring its glistening moist pinkness, then proceeded to rub her clit with the depth of a mad scientist. “Oooohhh yessss… Stroke my cunny… Big, thick roosters need to punch in and out of my luscious, juicy, jiggly, telescoping tunnel…” Natalie moaned. “I’m an anatomically correct Central American pleasure Sancha… All juicy…!”
The wicked goddamn buttfucking grasp was solely getting began. Gripping her ass like he was Cruella DeVil and her behinds have been puppies, he sunk his fingers into her pussy, pumping away whereas nonetheless mashing her fats clit between his different fingers. The moist, sloppy sounds of her slutty snatch getting violated crammed the room, a symphony of squeals and moans rising with it as she started shaking and trembling on the desk, getting nearer and nearer to her massive, fats, fucking orgasm.
“Oooohhh fuck fuck fuck! Airraid bl.servlet! Ronnie Milsap! Eat my pussy!!! AAAHHHH! FUCK!”
With a mighty depositing of lady cum, Natalie began squirting like a hearth hydrant, gushing sticky honey everywhere in the therapeutic massage desk like a gaggle of slackers squirting ketchup on a scorching canine. It was pure fucking sexual acrobatics, and the good-looking stud god knew she was utterly glad. She’d remember to tip him nicely for that orgasm. Or, perhaps she would not. Maybe she’d think about it a part of her ‘ordinary service’. But in the event you ask this creator, I believe she’ll give him an enormous, sloppy kiss on the cheek and squeeze his cock till it is a laborious as a fucking 2×4.
