Zaftig Stories

Shelley’s enormous knockers rocked raucously from side to side. A pot-belly and ample ass jiggled while she danced like a possessed gypsy queen around the fire. Shelly did not give a fuck. And I was once again mesmerised by the explicit display unfolding in front of me. I had become somewhat intrigued by Shelly, one could even say jealous of her exuberant confidence. She was a roomie in a communal house we shared with eig...