I moved up and tore off her fats bastard tank top, literally shredding the soft material that covered fats bastard her breasts.
Now it was my turn to attack.
Her skin was like snow white fats bastard velvet, smooth and soft, but her body was firm.
Her breasts weren the large grapefruits that swung like Alicias, rather like dollops of pudding, with smooth pink nipples that fats bastard were themselves smaller cones on top, pert and sassy.
Her hips were as round as if fats bastard they had fats bastard been laid out with a drawing compass, whereas Alicias were rather squareish.
Which was the more beautiful?
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fats bastard
Which would you rather fats bastard have, a Ferrari or a Lamborghini?
No, thats not quite accurate…Alicia was a fats bastard Mercedes, Elaina was a Jaguar, a man-eating cat, with claws to match.
Before I could return to ravishing her alabaster body she was on me, fighting, biting, growling, clawing, and snarling, trying to get back on top.
I was equally determined to pin her down before she clawed me to ribbons.
I easily had twice her mass, and eventually forced her down on her stomach, holding her shoulders flat on the bed while fats bastard I admired her round ass.
I moved one hand to the fats bastard center of her back and used the other to fish for her pussy between her thighs.
"Open to me, bitch!" I snapped.
She growled a response, but complied, raising her ass off the bed a little.
I did her like I did Alicia last night, except I didn have any fats bastard lubricant for my thumb.
