>>461810>>461812Anyway, once she had her top off, she lay down and her stomach flowed backwards like a pile of melting ice cream. Her huge nads were so far back that they had extended further back than her head, and the flab on the bottom part of each jumperwalrus had moved upwards to hide the nipples, but when I went looking for them I found them and they were this size of Jenga pieces and the colour of Kofi Annan.
Her thong was soaking wet, not with sexual excitement, I could tell it was just sweat. I pulled all of her undergarments out of her cuntwound, and I felt like a magician doing the neverending handkerchief trick. Once I had them out and out of the way, her massive clam lay opening before me, like a slimy handbag. I started to go down on her, and the grool started churning out. Her labia were like two hirsute, oversized dissected slugs, and her clitoris was bigger than my earlobe. I was taken aback by the smell. It was a strong pissy scent, as I guess when there are so many folds of flab that it is easy for stray droplets to get lost in there. However, hidden carefully in one of the flabs was what looked like a squashed chunk of feta cheese. The smell was strong from it and I realised it was just cuntcheese. Opportunities for new experiences don't come along too often, so I scooped it up and ate it. I knew that if I didn't try it, I would regret it later, and of course, I wouldn't be able to tell this story now if I hadn't have been so brave. When I gathered it up, some of it wedged under my fingernail and this was a bit off-putting if I am honest, but the taste wasn't that bad. It kinda tasted like soggy white bread mixed with cod liver oil and piss.
