Becky always had fun with her snapchats, often sultry, teasing, and seductive. But never before had she sent you something quite so… overt, unnuanced, or needy. The usual, string of increasingly suggestive shots, drawn out expertly with some unknown skill of erotic timing- was completely skipped, in favor of sending quite a risque picture of her new lacy bralette, with the accompanying text of “Please come over as soon as you get this, I need you”. After a buzzed jaunt across town and a nervous elevator ride, you found yourself in the long, wide shadow she was casting from her apartment window.
“Oh, you’re here,” she said, turning with a half-smile into a sultry pose. She hadn’t been devoid of curves before, and she had always been a striking looker in other regards- But now her entire bottom half was thickness personified. Her broad, luxurious hips flowed into immense, round cheeks, which rested atop vast, but plush looking thighs. Her lingerie was straining, and as the straps of her garters were forced a little further to the side with each tiny movement, you could almost hear their protest. “Oh, come on,” she said in a mock pout, in response to your silent confusion. “I told you I was going to keep working on my figure.” Before continuing, her eyes unfocused in sudden, internal distraction. Her knees buckled and with barely controlled descent, and you as she slid shuddering into a fetal position on the floor. She bit her lip, breathing heavily in the grip of some unseen passion, she practically oozed across the hardwood with suppressed ecstasy.
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