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2026-05-01 09:23:13
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FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION LET'S GET HOME
Lena tugged at his shirt until he yanked it off over his head. Her nails scraped down his muscled chest and shoulders, leaving faint red trails that only made him harder.Tarzan popped the button on her pants and helped her shove them down along with her panties, kicking the tangle of fabric aside. His own jeans were pushed down just enough to free his thick, throbbing cock—already leaking, rock-hard, veins pulsing with desperate need.Lena wrapped her fingers around him, stroking firmly as she rose up on her knees. Her soft, chubby thighs quivered with anticipation, and her full belly and heavy breasts swayed gently with the movement as her body pressed warmly against his.Tarzan gripped her wide, jiggly hips, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh as he guided her down onto him. With one hard upward thrust, he buried himself deep inside her welcoming heat.Both gasped sharply at the intense stretch.“Fuuuuck, Lena…” Tarzan groaned, throwing his head back, his voice rough and
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION INTERRUPTED THEM
The sharp knock came again, more insistent this time.“Open up!” an officer’s voice barked from outside, his flashlight sweeping across the heavily fogged windows.Tarzan cursed under his breath, his hands still gripping Lena’s ass as she scrambled off his lap in a panic, nearly tumbling into the passenger seat. She yanked her shirt down and tried to smooth her trembling fingers through her hair, her face pale with fear.“Oh God, we’re going to get arrested,” Lena whispered frantically, her heart hammering. “I can’t believe this—”“Shh, baby. I got this,” Tarzan murmured, quickly adjusting the seat upright and tucking himself back into his jeans with a wince.He cracked the window and handed his ID through the gap before the officer even asked. The cop took it, shining the light inside and catching Lena’s flushed, panicked expression and swollen lips. For a long moment, he just stared at her in silence.Tarzan frowned. “Hey, that's my woman. Do you have any questions? Then ask me—and
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION CAUGHT IN THE ACT
Lena looked away her cheeks burning as they drove on for another mile in tense quiet. “If the tests come back and they say I can’t have a baby… or that it’s too risky…” she began. Tarzan cut in gently. “Then I don’t care anymore. Too risky we can have a surrogate or if it can't be possible at all the, I would definitely get the vasectomy. I want you, Lena. Not a future that depends on kids. We can adopt, or foster, or build a life that’s just us—traveling, laughing, growing old together. You’re enough. More than enough.” Lena felt fresh tears sting her eyes as she looked away speechless and unsure of what to say to that. "Thank you". She finally found her voice. "For what?" Tarzan replied. "Don't ask me stupid questions, just say you are welcome!" She snapped back. Tarzan laughed. "You are welcome, babe". Without a second thought, he pulled Lena closer across the console, his large hands sliding from her cheeks to the back of her neck. "I am still mad at y
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION WHAT IS WRONG?
Tarzan blinked slowly, his dark eyes widening in genuine surprise. “You… want to have my babies?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “Of course I would love to,” she said, her tone softening despite herself. She looked down at her hands, twisting them in her lap. “But honestly, Tarzan… I feel like something is wrong. You’ve been acting strange since we got in the car. The way you said that… it didn’t feel like a joke. It scared me.” He looked at her blankly for a long second, the midday sun casting sharp shadows across his strong jawline. The silence stretched, heavy amid the constant rush of traffic outside. Tarzan's heart was pounding hardly. He was fighting it—every instinct, every dark whisper in his head but he pushed it down, locking it away where she couldn’t reach. “Tarzan?” Lena whispered, searching his face. Finally, he gave her a small reassuring smile. "I am sorry I scared you and got you worried". He leaned across the console and cupped her face in both
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION WHAT IS HAPPENING!
Tarzan’s voice cut through the chaos, terrifyingly calm, and utterly devoid of fear. “Lena… let’s die together.” The words hung in the air like thick smoke from a dying fire, choking the breath from her lungs. She froze. *What the heck is he saying?* For a split second, her mind went completely blank, a white void where thoughts should have been. The midday sun glared off the hood of the car, turning the busy highway into a blinding ribbon of asphalt. Horns blared from the surrounding traffic as vehicles swerved around them. Lena blinked as her heart slammed against her ribs like a trapped animal. "What… are…you saying?” Her gasp came out rushed and ragged. The road blurred ahead, other cars whipping past. Lena's pulse roared in her ears, drowning out the roar of engines and the screech of tires nearby. “Tarzan, stop this car!” she screamed, her voice cracking with fear. She lunged forward, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands, her nails digging i
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION I KNEW IT
Lena couldn’t stop side-eyeing Tarzan throughout the drive. Something was wrong—deeply wrong. His left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles pale, while his right hand kept tapping restlessly against the side of his seat. The movement wasn’t casual. It was frantic. Every few seconds, his fingers trembled violently before he pressed them harder into the leather, as if trying to force them still. *Maybe it’s just my imagination,* she told herself at first, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. But the longer she watched, the more certain she became. Gently, she reached over and took his trembling right hand in hers, threading her fingers through his. He startled so sharply the car swerved a fraction. “What’s wrong, baby?” Her voice was soft, filled with worry. “Is there anything bothering you?” Tarzan turned his head toward her. His eyes—usually so warm were dazed, glassy, and frighteningly expressionless, like a man staring through fog. “Baby?” she pressed,
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION WHAT NOW?
"You don't care," he repeated, still holding the pink hoodie. "Yet you bought me a personalized watch and a hoodie in your favorite color. Got it." “I knew I shouldn’t have bought it. I knew you’d take it the wrong way,” I muttered. He just smiled softly, set the hoodie down, and stood up. The g
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION I DID THAT?
LENA'S POVMy head felt like a demolition crew had taken up residence inside my skull and was throwing an all-night rave. I groaned, peeling my eyes open against the blinding sunlight sneaking through the curtains. The ceiling fan spun lazily above me, but nothing else looked familiar. I sat up t
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION WHAT'S FUNNY?
She didn't say anything. She didn't move. After a few seconds, I slowly lowered my hands. She had dozed off on top of me, nodding sleepily. *She didn't hear any of that confession, right?* I let out a long, heavy sigh and carefully laid her down properly on the mattress, pulling the cover over
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION LAME ASS
"Wha—what?" I blinked. She kissed her teeth. "Don't worry… I'll do it myself then". She knelt between my thighs and reached for my belt, starting to unbuckle it. My heart pounded wildly. "Lena—hey, hey—stop. Please stop." She ignored me. "Lena, what is going on… Lena." I grabbed her
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