Fat Slut looking for playmates
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fat slut email me: dlineg78@yahoo.com
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make sure your ready for the hottest experience of your life sweetie...
dlineg78@yahoo.com
dlineg78@yahoo.com
shriner989
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play mate here
go on I like to hear more..........You have got my attention!
go on I like to hear more..........You have got my attention!
anythinkonce
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all night long
hi,fs,,,all night sounds good to me,,dont worry i can go as long as you with at least 6-7 repeats,,lets get it on baby
hi,fs,,,all night sounds good to me,,dont worry i can go as long as you with at least 6-7 repeats,,lets get it on baby
long 'n' hard
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hi fat slut, im male and live in glasgow e-mail me at sexcrazed_spice@hotlmail.com, if you wanna talk about meeting.
Fatslut, as noone want to come and play with me.. i will just have to do the traveling..Is there anything else more important than a good nights sex?
drop me a mail
magnum935@hotmil.com
long 'n' hard
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Hi fatslut, Im 20 and from glasgow and just love big women and am willing to travel to give you a good nights hard fucking. Id love to here from you e-mail me at sexcrazed_spice@hotmail.com.
DirtyTalker
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When DirtyTalker met FatSlut
I see you at the bar, talking to your friends. Big lady, red hair tied up, low cut halter neck top, short skirt, stockings and platform sandals. A glass of red wine is in one hand, a burning cigarette in the other.
I chat to you and make you laugh within the first minute. You respond to my innuendo and we talk for a while.
Seeing you drain your glass I ask you if you want another drink. Your eyes fix mine, unsmiling, as you take a hard drag on your Silk Cut.
"What I want," you reply low and huskily, pausing just long enough to exhale a lungful of smoke in my face, "is to take you outside and watch you wank off."
You lead me by the hand into the alley behind the pub. We french kiss and you bombard my senses; you're wearing too much Obsession and thick, red aromatic lipstick. Your breath is 30% red wine and 70% cigarette smoke.
My chest starts to pound as you trace a line along the ridge of my erection with a painted fingernail. "I'm not doing the work for you, you know!"
You light a fresh Silk Cut with the stub of the outgoing one, which you crush with a platform heel. You smoke constantly but you don't ask if I mind- I can accept it or fuck off.
I accept it.
I pull down my trousers, removing them from one leg, underpants as well, and sit on a step, reclining against the wall. You sigh at the first sight of my cock, already slimy with precum. I stroke myself tentatively; this won't last long.
Looking around, you say "we should be quick," and it's obvious you've decided to speed things up. Cig dangling from your lips, you unbutton your top to reveal a lacy white bra struggling with your 40DDs. Hands on hips, you jiggle, pout and smoke all at the same time.
I give a grunt, one slow stroke of my shaft from head to base and my cock jerks sending wads of cream splattering to the pavement.
I get dressed and so do you. We french kiss some more and now your hand is in your knickers. As you pant, I tell you "only a big, gorgeous slut like you could make me do this..." and I feel your big body moan and shudder in my arms, as the orgasm takes hold.
Your breathing slows gradually."Mmmmm, thanks lover," you reply, and two of your fingers are in my mouth; I'm not suprised to learn they are literally dripping with girl juice and I swallow it greedily, leaving just enough for you to smear on your cleavage and neck, an obvious signal of intention for your next liason.
You take a last deep pull on your cigarette and flick it across the alley, plant a wet kiss firmly on my lips and re-enter the pub.
I watch you clomp back to where your friends are enjoying the atmosphere. You light another cigarette in the fluid movement of a forty-a-day lady, smoke drifting from your mouth with all the languor associated with the recently gratified. My mates are oblivious as ever and I watch you a while longer, big hips swaying as you share your secret with your friends. Occasionally one gasps or giggles, glances over, but your back is turned.
Pretty soon, I assume, some luck bastard will be fucking that shapely big rear end behind the night club, or perhaps you'll take a couple of builders back to your flat and utterly degrade yourself between their cocks.
But, for the moment, I'm satisfied, and so are you.
For the moment...
I see you at the bar, talking to your friends. Big lady, red hair tied up, low cut halter neck top, short skirt, stockings and platform sandals. A glass of red wine is in one hand, a burning cigarette in the other.
I chat to you and make you laugh within the first minute. You respond to my innuendo and we talk for a while.
Seeing you drain your glass I ask you if you want another drink. Your eyes fix mine, unsmiling, as you take a hard drag on your Silk Cut.
"What I want," you reply low and huskily, pausing just long enough to exhale a lungful of smoke in my face, "is to take you outside and watch you wank off."
You lead me by the hand into the alley behind the pub. We french kiss and you bombard my senses; you're wearing too much Obsession and thick, red aromatic lipstick. Your breath is 30% red wine and 70% cigarette smoke.
My chest starts to pound as you trace a line along the ridge of my erection with a painted fingernail. "I'm not doing the work for you, you know!"
You light a fresh Silk Cut with the stub of the outgoing one, which you crush with a platform heel. You smoke constantly but you don't ask if I mind- I can accept it or fuck off.
I accept it.
I pull down my trousers, removing them from one leg, underpants as well, and sit on a step, reclining against the wall. You sigh at the first sight of my cock, already slimy with precum. I stroke myself tentatively; this won't last long.
Looking around, you say "we should be quick," and it's obvious you've decided to speed things up. Cig dangling from your lips, you unbutton your top to reveal a lacy white bra struggling with your 40DDs. Hands on hips, you jiggle, pout and smoke all at the same time.
I give a grunt, one slow stroke of my shaft from head to base and my cock jerks sending wads of cream splattering to the pavement.
I get dressed and so do you. We french kiss some more and now your hand is in your knickers. As you pant, I tell you "only a big, gorgeous slut like you could make me do this..." and I feel your big body moan and shudder in my arms, as the orgasm takes hold.
Your breathing slows gradually."Mmmmm, thanks lover," you reply, and two of your fingers are in my mouth; I'm not suprised to learn they are literally dripping with girl juice and I swallow it greedily, leaving just enough for you to smear on your cleavage and neck, an obvious signal of intention for your next liason.
You take a last deep pull on your cigarette and flick it across the alley, plant a wet kiss firmly on my lips and re-enter the pub.
I watch you clomp back to where your friends are enjoying the atmosphere. You light another cigarette in the fluid movement of a forty-a-day lady, smoke drifting from your mouth with all the languor associated with the recently gratified. My mates are oblivious as ever and I watch you a while longer, big hips swaying as you share your secret with your friends. Occasionally one gasps or giggles, glances over, but your back is turned.
Pretty soon, I assume, some luck bastard will be fucking that shapely big rear end behind the night club, or perhaps you'll take a couple of builders back to your flat and utterly degrade yourself between their cocks.
But, for the moment, I'm satisfied, and so are you.
For the moment...
