All About That Bass

Alexandra is a fat girl. I’m not being cruel. That’s how she describes herself. Her fleshiness suggests a superabundant sensuality.

A multiplicity of female body types entices me. Perhaps my attraction to BBWs stems from my first girlfriend, who was heavier.

Alexandra returned, staying at a classy upscale hotel downtown. She met me in her room wearing only a sexy blue matching set of bra and panties that showed off her awe-inspiring curves. As we sat on the bed and got reacquainted, she sweetly caressed my thigh. On the nightstand by the bed was a bottle of water, a bottle of Sex Grease, several wrapped condoms, and lip balm. Then she jumped right into the action. She planted a deep, wet kiss on my mouth. I reciprocated, and our tongues became intertwined. I had to unleash those tits. I reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She wiggled out of it, and I immersed my face in her massive mammaries. After ample attention was paid to her formidable assets, I undressed. Her panties came off. She crawled on the bed between my legs. Her tongue tantalizingly flickered around the head of my cock. Then, slowly, her lips enveloped my cock. Her blue eyes stared into mine as she licked and sucked. I let out a deep sigh. Her talented mouth continued its work for quite a while. Then she reached for a condom on the nightstand.

Her sweet southern charm belies her lascivious nature. This girl is dirty. “How bad do you want it?” she teased. She got on top and started to gyrate, slowly at first, then her pace accelerated. Her breasts furiously bounced up and down. She then rolled on her stomach, her juicy ass in the air. I couldn’t restrain the urge to spank it. “Show me what you’ve got for me,” she sighed. I pushed inside her and grabbed her hips. Her big ass bounced as I thrust. She urged me to go deeper. I went harder, faster. She slammed her ass back against me. Finally I released.