My partner's arms are huge.
They are (almost) football-sized.
They are completely flabby--no muscle tone at all.
They fold over at the elbows.
They are like big, soft breasts.
To be kneaded, admired, kissed, felt up, bitten.
When she's on her back and we're together-together, I place her arms above her head. Starting with her fingers, I slide both my hands down her entire body. I start with her fat, flabby, huge, jiggly arms, gliding down the sides of her relatively-skinny torso, and graduating to her triple-queen sized hips and over the sides of her swollen thighs. Drives me out of my mind.
She is such a big, fat, flabby girl, and I love big, fat, flabby girls.
Her breasts are 38DD, and if I had to guess, I'd say her arms are the same.
Yummmmmm...
They are (almost) football-sized.
They are completely flabby--no muscle tone at all.
They fold over at the elbows.
They are like big, soft breasts.
To be kneaded, admired, kissed, felt up, bitten.
When she's on her back and we're together-together, I place her arms above her head. Starting with her fingers, I slide both my hands down her entire body. I start with her fat, flabby, huge, jiggly arms, gliding down the sides of her relatively-skinny torso, and graduating to her triple-queen sized hips and over the sides of her swollen thighs. Drives me out of my mind.
She is such a big, fat, flabby girl, and I love big, fat, flabby girls.
Her breasts are 38DD, and if I had to guess, I'd say her arms are the same.
Yummmmmm...
