Sharyenna's Penance
A ghost of a smile creased the she-wolf's fat face, soon to be followed on the mask of fat roger wore.
Lily and Liam [RP Log]
Shamelessly feeling her rightmost breast up displayed a fat nipple capping a dark areola, narrowly missed by the trail of a faint blue vein running down the fatty surface. her plump ass...
The Ghosts in the Graveyard
"always did like the cute, pudgy boys..."
Otis's Bad Day
I haven't had a round fatty boy like you in a while." benni teased as he wobbled the hog's fat gut under his onesie and squeezed it playfully. "i'm not fat! i mean, not before...."
Morning Thunder (Thighs)
Here, surrounded by fat that vincent could finger like a fleshlight, he found the rat's little nub. vincent figured quincy had always been this small, but with how fat he was, even pressing the fat down, he was only a few inches long.
A Heavy Load
The arms and legs on the orca were just as fat and sweaty and zero felt the dizziness disappearing replaced by a hungry arousal to lick every inch of that sweaty fat bastard.
Tower of pleasure tale IV. superfatty345�s request
He sucked the fat tit like it were coming out milk. he grabbed and squeezed the fat it while biting carefully the nipple. mathias groaned in pleasure. his hard dick was already leaking some pre-cum.
Pan
Thankfully for him, that was really all the simpleton of fat and more fat needed; pan's mind had gone to mush years prior from his own diet of daytime reality shows and a near-endless stream of calories.
Evolution Part I: Chapter Thirty-five
Each dog was too fat to service more than one at a time and everybody had aching stretch marks. i stopped pestering fat gut to exercise one frosty morning.
Shooting for the Stars! (Snuff, Watersports)
His once bright purple lips and tongue were now a deep blue, swollen fat as his eyes bulged. eyes clenched shut again as the fat apple's gut swole even rounder in space's merciless tug upon his fat, dying body.
Doors
They impeded his green-eyed vision greatly, and sagged down onto the first of three collars of fat that rested on his fat-swaddled shoulders.
Yes, Sir, Please, Sir
He seemed to be inexorably driven by the almost ritualistic motions, riding the fat cock, gliding along tender spots inside him, massaging and tempting the fat cock to drill deeper.