Lorelai Givemore
This Isn't The Hunger Games - It's A XXX Spoof #02
She was a big girl. Heavy tits straining under a thin tank top. Thick thighs brushing with every step. The guy on the couch kept his eyes locked on the sway of her belly, the way it pushed the fabric out. She stepped in close and he grabbed a handful, fingers sinking deep into soft flesh. She didn’t flinch. Just pushed her hips forward until his face was buried between her legs. His tongue found her fast—wet, open, hungry. She ground down on him, breathing harder, sweat starting to bead on her lower back. He kept licking, greedy, like he wanted to disappear inside her. She reached down and spread herself wider so he could get deeper. The couch creaked under their weight. Neither of them cared.
She was a big girl. Heavy tits straining under a thin tank top. Thick thighs brushing with every step. The guy on the couch kept his eyes locked on the sway of her belly, the way it pushed the fabric out. She stepped in close and he grabbed a handful, fingers sinking deep into soft flesh. She didn’t flinch. Just pushed her hips forward until his face was buried between her legs. His tongue found her fast—wet, open, hungry. She ground down on him, breathing harder, sweat starting to bead on her lower back. He kept licking, greedy, like he wanted to disappear inside her. She reached down and spread herself wider so he could get deeper. The couch creaked under their weight. Neither of them cared.