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Anonymous
Be hard for a fatty do this. All his rolls of flubber would keep getting in the way.
He's be like NNNGHHHH NNNNNGHHH NNNNGHHH.
And all this bulging moist fetid whale-meat would keep bloating out in big sweaty rolls and pushing into his chub-jowled face, shoving it away from his pen0r.
And then, he'd be like UNNGH, NNNGH, NNNGHH, and trying to twist his face left and right, like, smearing it almost INTO the big rolls of flab, like to make space, or just push it out the way, thinking he can push through his own fat and stuff to get to his cock.
And then finally he'd just get a faint sight of the tip through the heaving blubbery hills of sweaty stinking flab and he'd start gorping like a goldfish, like he even has a chance of reaching it, but he tries anyway.
GAWRP. GAWRP. GAWRP.
And he'd be all sweaty because of the effort and then he'd slip off his chair and then lie on the floor crying, because of utter fail.
And he'd be all hurting inside, and saying it isn't my fault I'm fat, and can't suck my own dick... it's my genetics, it's not my fault I fail.
And it'd be so painful, so humiliating, even though there was no one there to witness it. He'd be thinking, god can't I do anything right? I'm such a fucking whale. I'm a disgrace. I'm pathetic.
And the tears would be like tracks of wet heat, burning with shame.
Oh, god it hurts so much.
Er... i...
shit.
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