buttexpansioncaps: she2damnthick:Ass Ass Damn It’s Phat How far do you have to fall to get fir
buttexpansioncaps: she2damnthick:Ass Ass Damn It’s Phat How far do you have to fall to get fired from a damn strip club?This was bullshit. They were bullshit. Everybody was full of fuckin’ bullshit. She was fuckin’ old guard at that place, and she still had a rockin’ body. She just didn’t buy into the damn growth fad. What was she gonna do with tits like hindenbergs if this stupid expansion fetish left the mainstream? Hell, even if it didn’t, she’d like to retire eventually and not have to deal with hauling around an extra sixty pounds of TnA. Fuckers.She grabbed a bottle of wine on her way out, flipping the bartender the bird when he tried to protest, and poured it down her throat, aggressively. She’d go get hired somewhere else in the damn morning. She licked her lips contemplatively, her anger cooling for a minute. This wine tasted damn good. Was that pear?She pulled her hair back, her tummy feeling warm from the burn of the wine. It was strong, too, all things considered, and she barely even felt cold, despite having left her jacket behind. She felt her little fishnet shorts riding up and reached a hand back to pull them down, and met with so, so much more resistance than she’d expected. She turned, comically on the spot for a moment, trying to get a real good look at her ass. It was swollen. Swelling. Still growing. The spaces on the fishnet moved further the longer she looked. She glanced back at the bottle of wine. “Pinot Noir Pear” read the label, and she realized the pear on the label wasn’t a fruit–it was a very bottom heavy girl, rendered in green. “You MOTHERFUCKERS!” She shouted, turning and hurling the glass bottle at the club. -- source link