Carolee was standing, buck naked in the living room. Her body had taken on an absurd, almost cartoonish quality: a waist maybe eighteen inches in circumference which somehow flared out to a wide, hemispherical jiggling ass, probably twice the circumference at hip level as at waist level. And then there were her breasts, plastic-looking F-cups, her swollen lips formed into the ditziest grin. Kneeling infront of Carolee was a woman mostly obscured by the sofa, whose face was buried in Carolee's cunt.
Carolee's hips bucked into Danielle's face as she spoke.
Sun Jun 24 00:07:05 2001