Attack of the 50 Foot Anteater - Part 3 (BBW, Macro, Stuffing)

Her belly squished against the ground, and to make room for it, she was basically propping herself up on it. she thrust her face into the nuts and pigged out.

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Soft Cover

The firm weight of lady isbjorn's belly squished into the curves of her back and pressed her against the table, adding to the pressure in dack's middle until she reclined once again.

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Night Terrors

Her chest and belly squished through her fishnets like rising bread, somewhat relieving the discomfort, but not enough to dispel it entirely.

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Bathtub Mixology

Blushing deeper, brian pressed his paws down on his belly, squishing inward with a glorp. "c'mon mads..." he whined, tiredly. slowly, his eyes widened.

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I Wanna Be The Best

Her belly squished out against the ground somewhat holding her up but as soon as her arms touched the ground, they started to vein out even more, growing around the metal spikes and digging into the ground as roots! trevenant!

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Brynn and the River God

Brynn closed his eyes and moaned, the fox's belly and cock rubbing against his own gut. squished between two soft boulders of lard, their members twitched and slid against each other, slick with precum.

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Earning Nook Miles

The tanuki could feel the soft, round mass of the pilot's belly squishing into the padding on his own lower back through his leaf-patterned shirt as the warmth of another body made itself known from the nape of his neck to his bare calves.

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Apex City - Soaring Gluttony

The brigadier shifted his weight and twisted, his belly squishing into the frame as he pulled his hips free. wobbling, he side-stepped into his bedchamber.

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Double Skunk\'d

His eyes started to close while he nuzzled into that fat belly, squishing it with his face and slurping against that large, musky navel while he gave a whimper of pleasure, still inching down into the hungry dick as if it was quicksand.

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Contraband Beef: Dinner

Kolby leaned in, letting the buttery heft of his belly squish against myron’s. he could practically hear the fluffy bull’s heart pounding. “yeah?” myron grinned, sliding one of kolby’s unfinished crème brûlées over.

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