Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, ...hey know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. "That's not… this isn't… it can't be…" AJ lifted his hands, and the reflection mimicked his movements. Or, rather, her movements.The day before, AJ had been some regular nerdy guy. She wasn't anymore.AJ tried to recall the night before. She had hazy memory of a cute redhead with a mouth-watering phat ass, getting drunk, inviting her back home, accepting something… drugs? Maybe? Her ass felt sore. She placed a finger over her butthole, then remembered the enema. She had been so drunk and horny. She clearly was the leader of the group. This big woman ordered the drinks, danced with men and women, and took shots like a sailor. Men ran to her in bundles to dance and rub on her curvy body. She was not your typical self-conscious bbw. She was in charge and wanted by everyone male or female. The fat white woman had long jet black hair and wore a sleeveless blue top that held her huge perky breast. The bottom of her ass cheeks were slightly revealed at the bottom of her flared black mini. .Oh fuck, yes. You bastard ...Then, I moved further down, kissing and stroking your stomach, caressing your hips, until I reached my destination, the beautiful sight of your moist, wet pussy. I delicately kissed the outer reaches, feeling the wetness press against my lips, and ran my tongue over this most desirable of areas. I could feel the juice all around my mouth as I pressed closer in, constantly licking and tasting. Then, opening my mouth as widely as I could, I engulfed the entire.Read More
