Breeding Phone Sex with Curvy Calixta the Voluptuous Goddess

You’ve been watching me through the fence for months, haven’t you, neighbor? I’ve seen your eyes lingering on my heavy, rolling hips every time I’m out in the garden. You’re lucky I’m a generous, hungry goddess who loves an audience. I decided it was time to stop the teasing and invite you over for some Breeding Phone Sex in person, because a woman built like me needs a real man to handle all this weight.

The moment you walked through my door, the tension was thick enough to choke on. I didn’t want small talk; I wanted to feel your hands gripping my waist. I’m wearing that tiny, silk robe… the one that barely covers my curves… and I can see your heart racing.

I lead you straight to the bedroom, the floorboards creaking under the weight of my thick, voluptuous frame. I don’t even wait for you to undress me; I just drop to the edge of the bed and present exactly what you’ve been dreaming about. I’m leaning forward, my chest pressed against the pillows, arching my back so my heavy, round shelf is tilted up just for you. My skin is soft, glowing, and ready.

When you finally step up behind me and place those firm hands on my wide hips, a shudder goes through my entire body. I’m a greedy, curvy goddess, and I want every inch of you. “Don’t be shy, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice dripping with heat. “I want you to hit it from the back until I can’t scream anymore.”

The first time you sink into me, I lose my breath. You’re hitting all the right spots, and the sound of your skin slapping against my thick thighs is the only music I need. I’m tossing my head back, my hair wild, watching you in the mirror as you claim what’s yours. Every thrust sends a ripple through my curves, and I’m losing my mind. “Yes, Daddy! Just like that!” I moan, my voice raw and desperate. I want you to go deeper, harder, faster.

I want you to leave your mark inside me. I’m begging you to breed your favorite neighbor, to fill me up until I’m overflowing with you. I’m your curvy, slutty goddess, and I was made for this… made to be taken from behind while I scream your name. “Yes, Daddy! Breed me! Fill your goddess up!” I’m shaking now, my climax building as you drive home one last time. This is exactly what we both needed.

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