She stretched on the bed. Her legs were spread a bit, but it was hard to tell if you didn’t look at

She stretched on the bed. Her legs were spread a bit, but it was hard to tell if you didn’t look at her feet. Her thighs were now so plump and plush it was hard for her not to make them touch at all times. They were a constant collision of smooth and strong and sensuous. Big and powerful, with a heavy weight, but so pleasant and supple to the touch. For her they were pure pleasure, rippling, feminine, graceful despite their size, and oh-so-sensitive to the touch.She quaked, invitingly, her thighs and cheeks colliding for a moment, nothing in their way except a sheer-stretched pair of terrycloth shorts. “Come onnnnn, lover,” she purred. Her thick (and still growing, you reminded yourself) thighs were awash with glossy droplets and streams of oil she’d poured onto herself, occasionally collecting into a pool here and there where her thighs met and there was enough space for it to collect. She gave another enticing quake, with little droplets flying across herself, and you could almost hear her body stretching as she arched her back, looking back to you. “You have a lot of ground to cover.”((To find the artist behind this excellent morph, visit PlumpBubbles.deviantart.com!))((If you’d like to support my work, please consider joining my Patreon. :) )) -- source link

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