You can't help but worship every inch of this fat, disgusting body, can you? The way your cock gets rock hard at the sight of me, all this fat hanging in thick, sagging rolls, swaying and shifting with every move. I know how the stench of my sweat clings to me, the smell of my body ripe and stinky, the air heavy with it. My dirty asshole, buried deep in all this blubber, only adds to your hunger, doesn’t it? You crave me at my filthiest, drawn in by the sheer, overwhelming presence of my super-super morbidly obese body.
