He’s completely obsessed with my big, fat ass—grabbing handfuls, spreading it wide, worshipping every soft, jiggling inch. His hands roam with purpose, alternating between reverent squeezes and sharp, eager smacks that send ripples through all the cellulite-covered lard engulfing my ample ass. I can feel just how much he loves it—how much he needs it—as he buries his face deep and loses himself in all this thickness. There’s just so much ass to worship, and he can’t get enough.
