Fat Bottomed Girls
A single bead of sweat rolled down Erin's chest then disappeared into her ample cleavage, and I found myself fascinated by the thought that it might continue unimpeded until it reached the puff of blonde pubic hair at the juncture of her thick thighs. When she glanced up from her drink, I quickly shifted my gaze to the voluptuous woman approaching us from the hotel. Erin, my wife’s best friend, glanced over her shoulder, then returned her attention to the half empty Pina Colada she'd been...
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