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YOU ARE WHAT?

Penulis: Caroluchy
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-25 22:13:48
Then he dove back in, sucking even harder while his hand continued its rough fondling—squeezing, slapping, pinching.

He was literally turning my tits into a playground for his hunger.

And I appreciate it.

I needed that… oh lawd.

I held his head tighter against my chest, fingers pulling at his hair as my moans echoed through the kitchen.

“Don’t stop—fuck, Tarzan, I’m—I’m losing my mind…”

He kept his mouth latched on my breast, sucking with wet, greedy pulls while his tongue flicked rapidly
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Antara Banerjee
aahhhhh she said it!!
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onajourney
I wonder why Tarzan isn't as talkative now as he was last night?
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Lisbeth Valkyrie
gem for you...for making my girl, Lena to be happy
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  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    I AM SO GONE

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  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    DRUNK DAZED

    The way the heat of Tarzan's mouth, the insistent pressure, the way he devoured her like a man starved—it overwhelmed every rational thought in Lena's head. Her thighs trembled around his head, pleasure coiling tight and fast in her core. Soon, he hooked a finger under the edge of her panties, tugging them aside. The first direct stroke of his tongue against her bare, slick folds made her cry out, back bowing off the bed. "Fuck...I mean...wait!" His large hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he buried his face deeper, tongue plunging inside her before circling her swollen clit again and again. The wet sounds filled the dim bedroom, mingled with her gasping moans. Her fingers tightened desperately in Tarzan's thick hair as his tongue kept working on her with relentless, sloppy devotion His drunken hunger made him messy but no less devastating strokes that dragged from her entrance up to her throbbing clit, then tight circles that made her vision blur. "Ah—

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    SELF-CONTROL

    "Stay," he growled, the word a low command. "But..." Lena started to protest. His other hand gripped her ass, squeezing the soft flesh with possessive hunger, fingers digging in hard enough to wrench a sharp gasp from her lips. The sound escaped before she could stifle it—a breathy, traitorous little moan. As much as she missed him, missed this, it wasn't supposed to happen like this. Not when he was drunk. Not when the images of him with those other women from yesterday still burned behind her eyes, seared into her memory like a brand. "Tarzan... wait—" she whispered, trying to push upright, but he wasn't listening. In one fluid, powerful motion, he flipped them, pinning her beneath him on her back. His enormous frame caged her completely, all heat and muscle and familiar weight. One strong hand captured both of hers, holding them above her head against the mattress. The other slipped boldly under the hem of her blouse, his rough palm gliding up her smooth skin until it closed

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    GOOD NIGHT

    "Mr. Silver… you need to move," she groaned, her voice strained as she hooked her arms under his and pulled. It felt like trying to move a marble statue. She groaned again. "Why are you so… ridiculously heavy?" Bracing herself once more, she wrapped one arm around his waist and slung his arm over her shoulder. "One…" She strained. "Two…" Another tug. "Three!" This time, he shifted. His enormous body leaned heavily against her, nearly crushing her beneath his weight. "Oh! Easy there." She stumbled backward. His head lolled slightly before settling against her shoulder. Lena's knees nearly buckled. He was a giant—dead weight. He's lost so much weight, yet he's still this heavy, she thought to herself. Finally, she managed to get him out of the car, his body slumping heavily against hers. Step by agonizing step, she half-dragged, half-carried him toward the private elevator. She kept adjusted her grip, muscles burning. "Come on, you big teddy bear," she muttered, sweat bea

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    ADDRESS

    Lena guided Tarzan out of the hotel, his heavy arm draped across her shoulders for support. They descended into the underground parking garage, where rows of luxury cars gleamed beneath the sterile fluorescent lights. She pressed the unlock button, and an expensive-looking black car chirped in response. Hurrying to the driver's side, she stopped abruptly. "Oh..." She looked back at him. "Mr Silver, you should sit there." Tarzan stared at her for another long, unreadable second before silently making his way to the passenger door. He folded himself into the seat with a low grunt, his long legs barely fitting, then turned his face toward the window without a word. Lena exhaled quietly before slipping behind the wheel. The drive began in silence, the low hum of the engine the only sound between them. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her pulse still racing from the scene upstairs. She stole a glance at him. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice barely above a w

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    DISGUSTING TO YOU?

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  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION     PERMISSION

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  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    REJECTION

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  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    DEEP RAW THROAT

    I fucked her face mercilessly with long, powerful strokes that made her head bob violently. Her throat produced the filthiest, wettest gags — music to my ears. Thick spit poured down her neck, completely soaking her cream blouse until her hard nipples were clearly visible through the wet fabric.

  • FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION    AT WORK

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