I may or may not be a serial catfisher. It’s not that I don’t think I’m hot; I know I am, but sometimes I fib with phototube.
Yes, it’s deceiving, but once they see how willing I am to be a whore and how hot I look, even with the extra 30 lbs, they forget about the little extra cushion I have on me. Plus, more cushion for the pushing, like they say.
I’ve had guys not mention the difference and some that are outright rude, but once they see what I can do in the sheets, they never want to return to a skinny scarecrow again.
They want to breed me. They fall in absolute love with me.