You didn’t come for the wings, did you? You came to watch your thick Hooters girl bend over until those orange polyester shorts disappear between my fat cheeks. My huge ass swallows the uniform whole while the thin fabric rides up, letting you see every jiggle and dimple. Inhale deep, press your face between those warm cheeks, and let my sweaty skin melts you. No talking once you’re under me — just my hips grinding back, sealing your nose and mouth while you gasp and throb for more.
