#ffa thoughts

While I know I'm not the sexiest, youngest, thinnest, or hottest, I occasionally catch a glimpse of myself and think I look pretty. I try to cherish those rare moments when I notice them.

I paused beside the bed.

For a moment, I simply looked at you.

My eyes admiring your body.

Even lying on your side, your belly dominated your silhouette. It rose from your frame with a presence that was impossible to ignore, broad and heavy, its weight settling naturally into the mattress beneath you. The curve of it caught the light, creating soft shadows that only emphasized its size.

God.

You looked incredible.

I stepped closer and leaned down until my lips hovered beside your ear.

"I know you’re full,” I whispered, as I placed my hand and carefully rubbed your belly.

A quiet sound escaped you.

My smile widened.

“And you did such a good job tonight, amor.”

The words came out low and warm.

“You finished your dinner. Your desserts. Even the patelitos I brought you."

I let the praise settle between us.

My gaze drifted back to your stomach.

From this angle it seemed even larger than usual, stretching outward from your body before sloping gradually back toward the bed. The sheer scale of it captivated me. It looked heavy. Comfortable. Warm.

Beautiful.

I found myself studying the way it rested against the mattress, the way its weight subtly reshaped the sheets beneath it.

“You have no idea what you do to me" I murmured.

My voice was barely more than a breath.

“You just keep getting bigger, piggy.”

There was no judgment in the words.

Only admiration.

Only wonder.

I leaned closer.

“Every time we think you’ve reached your limit, somehow you spoil me and have a little more .”

The light bathed your skin in a white glow, highlighting the gentle curve of your stomach. From where I stood, it resembled a breathtaking landscape, impossible not to notice, impossible not to admire.

“A montaña,” I whispered.

The word felt perfect.

“Mi montaña.”

I tucked my hair behind my ear, unable to suppress a smile.

“You are incredible.”

My hands traveled over the rest of your frame.

Your thighs resemble giant trunks of towering trees, broad and sturdy, while your ass is like a humongous boulder, perfectly rounded but jiggly.

But they always returned to your stomach.

To its size.

To its presence.

To the way it seemed to announce itself before anything else.

“I could spend all night worshipping you,” I confessed quietly.

My lips hovered near your ear once more.

“And I don’t think I’d ever get tired of this, amor.”

I've been having fun creating these FA memes lately 🤭

We are doing what feels good

We are matching energy

We are calling out bullshit

We are doing what serves us

We are out of our heads and in our bodies

We nibble, they bite

We feed, they feast 🫦

Austria 🇦🇹 vs. Argentina 🇦🇷

The victor is set to share quite the spoils ⚽⚽