The
Siren Song of Beebs’s Boobs
By
TwrchTwryth
“Oh
my God, you know her? You have got to introduce me to the tits on
that chick!”
Leeann
looked at me with an expression of disgust, condescension, and
disbelief. I simply smirked back at her. She hated how crude I
could be, especially when talking about other women’s bodies and I
loved riling her up with it.
“That
chick,” she said slowly, sure to communicate her disapproval, “is
Barbara Rhodes. She works in accounting and a lot of
The Siren Song of Beebs's Boobs
By: TwrchTwryth
Favorited: 8 years ago
[WARNING:
COCK VORE]You wipe the sweat flowing above your brow to take
a look at the scoreboard. It had switched to an equal 40-40, bringing
it all down to the wire. The outcome of this last serve would decide
your fate, for better or worse. At the other side of the tennis court
was your opponent, who was unable to hide her growing anxiety under
her usual smug expression. She was an absurd hourglass of flesh, with
swollen tits the size of exercise balls hanging off her chest and a
gargantuan ass
The Court is in Your Balls
By: schnozzberrins
Favorited: 8 years ago
