Charlly Moore
I Wanna Buttfuck A Fatty #04
She walks in like she owns the place, soft curves spilling over every edge of her body. Big round belly jiggling under the thin tank top, wide hips rolling with each step. Those thighs kiss each other all the way down to her knees. Her ass, massive and heavy, bounces behind her and threatens to split the seams of her shorts. She catches me staring and smirks, then turns so the light hits the deep crease where her butt meets her leg. She bends to grab something off the floor and everything shifts, settles, then keeps going. A soft slap as she straightens up and gives one cheek a playful pat, the sound oddly satisfying. She laughs low in her throat, knowing exactly what she’s doing, and I can’t stop watching the way her belly sways when she does it.
She walks in like she owns the place, soft curves spilling over every edge of her body. Big round belly jiggling under the thin tank top, wide hips rolling with each step. Those thighs kiss each other all the way down to her knees. Her ass, massive and heavy, bounces behind her and threatens to split the seams of her shorts. She catches me staring and smirks, then turns so the light hits the deep crease where her butt meets her leg. She bends to grab something off the floor and everything shifts, settles, then keeps going. A soft slap as she straightens up and gives one cheek a playful pat, the sound oddly satisfying. She laughs low in her throat, knowing exactly what she’s doing, and I can’t stop watching the way her belly sways when she does it.