BBW’s Lewd Adventure: A Depraved Tale

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It was a sunny day—well, sunny for me, anyway—as I welcomed my latest lover. This dude was hungry, and I mean hungry, for some curvy action.

He threw me on the bed, not gently either—rough and eager—and began his worship. He didn’t beat around the bush. Instead, he went straight for the jugular, or should I say, the clit.

His tongue was like a sledgehammer, robust and forceful, working my swollen clit into a frenzy. He knew BBWs like me needed extra attention, so he devoured my pussy like it was his last meal. I was soaked, and that turned him on even more.

But this hefty hunk had a surprise up his sleeve. He reached for something shiny—a toy, my weak spot—and slipped it inside me while continuing to suck and bite my swollen lips. The double stimulation was too much. I squirted like a fountain, drenching us both.

He licked his way up my body, kissing my ample breasts, sucking my nipples, making them stand at attention. Then, with a grin, he said, “Time to fuck this fat, juicy cunt.”He pounded me hard, each thrust making my stomach jiggle. I loved the lewd sound of our flesh smacking together—the deeper he went, the more I craved. He called me his “big-bodied bitch,” and that turned me into putty.

I came again, and this time, the squirt was even more prodigious. It was as if a dam burst, soaking the bed and making him even more captivated. He lapped up the juices, craving every drop.

This BBW worship session was out of this world. Some might find it disgusting, but I found my bliss in his debauched admiration of my curvy self.

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