#zoftig

There’s so much of me to indulge in and I won’t settle for half measures that address only your immediate needs. I am a full immersion experience and a guaranteed E-ticket. The faint-hearted need not apply for the thrills I am serving and expecting in return. My insatiability is a deep rewarding chasm to explore and plunder. Leaving me partially undone is not an option, even if you have had your fill. Trust me, even when you believe I have been satisfied, I will be ready for more. The landscape of my body is vast and abundant with responsive niches to be treated with your creative curiosity. I’m sure, even now, as I display my wares you are imagining my soft pliable flesh on the tip of your tongue, the indescribable taste and flavors overwhelming your animal needs with promise. Tucked away for finding, the warm wet places that pulse with desire to be filled, will flood your senses with invigoration that cannot be denied. Once I envelop your best efforts to gratify yourself, in turn, my lusting responses will trigger your greater reserves to match my tantalizing undulations with your deepest probes to explore my limits. The experience is beyond imagining, and will leave you stunned… awestruck… and hopefully, not broken.

My zoftig figure is catnip for those splendid men who like their women with a little meat on the bone. A day at the beach is a revelation of all shapes and sizes of men who prefer my type. Seeing my symmetrical round and plump curves in relatively full view attracts my targeted demographic. They flock to my blanket to introduce themselves with adoring compliments and lust in their eyes. From what I’ve observed, they are truly intrigued, as the lust is evident in their trousers as well. I’m booked through the next month for dinners, drinks and wherever that leads us. They know I’m gifted with a voracious appetite for all types of man morsels, so. I’m a must-do opportunity.

My full fleshy figure is your jam. Nothing makes you harder than gripping my hip’s love handles to steer me toward the pleasures you offer and desire. There is a grand comfort in our sexual unions, plenty to hang onto and manipulate. I am a purpose-built cushion to be fondled and caressed in the pursuits of sexual satisfactions for us both. My breasts are of such a volume they can smother or offer an unending meal of surfaces to be licked and kissed and suckled and nibbled. The devouring is always attempted and though they are more than a mouthful, you are willing to fail in your efforts. You juggle the globes and open wide, but their abundance is too, too much of a good thing. I have every patience with your good intentions and encourage you with gratified moans for your devotion… and impending penetration. Once you have eased yourself into my depths and begin thrusting slow and steady, my body becomes a kinetic sculpture to mesmerize and dazzle you with the sight. Everything moves in a flowing rhythm as I take you deep to envelop your own girth within, again and… again… and again… until my moans climb an octave. Though the sleeve is narrow and tight and slick, my capacity to be stretched, gives me the exhilaration I crave. Being filled with such a profound probing extension of your passion and appreciation for my form factor of abundance makes the cumming that much grander.

Though impossibly large, every inch is an erogenous zone… and you have made it your life’s work to trigger my arousal with your devotion to creativity. Kisses to my cleavage always leads to burrowing between to inhale my essence… as a fueling aphrodisiac for the monumental task ahead. I’m as helpful as impatient when I tug the sheer and lacy silk low enough for my sensitive nipples to tempt your suckling with the gathering blush. Instinctively, your lips latch on, to make me whimper with joy as your tongue toys with the tips. Even the slightest graze of your teeth sends me into paroxysms of exhilaration, and you work with restraint to prolong our present state. We exchange eye rolls from our vantage points as you meet my gaze, fully understanding my moans as encouragement to intensify the suction. Now hard as diamonds, you roll and tweak the nubs with a skilled gnawing to make me squeal, in a confusing mix of pain and pleasure. You have become voracious and release the clasp to completely expose their glory and free their heft into your greedy hands. I squirm to set them in motion so your juggling becomes a futile wrangling that thrills. I bend low to offer their furrow as a sleeve for you to enter and slide. Pressing them tight against each other, you oblige to create the tightest tunnel for your hardened probe. I watch as your thrusts meet my own propelled friction and we revel in the sensations. Your thumbs never stop strumming my nipples in time with the rhythm of our exertion. I announce my cumming and your release will not be far behind as my quivering flesh is decorated with your guiding hand. You indulge yourself, savoring the sticky warmth as an excuse to lavish the plumped globes back to their pristine state.

I gained a few kilos during the holidays… in all the right places. I’m finished indulging my voracious appetites… it’s your turn to taste everything on this buffet table.

One time I bought pickle chips on accident because I thought they were sour cream and onion and I felt spiritually betrayed and spit them out because I don't like pickles but I do like hot pickles so I couldn't not try these because I'm a FAT WHORE! #lays #chips #rotund #zoftig https://www.instagram.com/inmanrichardallen/p/BuxGhMpHhRB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1f8govhl2vfsm