I played with her navel a little, and she giggled again through her burps and groans. “It’s not big and hard anymore. Porn vedio Her dinner was now invading her intestines and their obvious swelling pushed her navel almost level with the surface. “And you’ve got to bust my cherry!” “No! The tub was already full, so Betsy slipped out of her panties, climbed in, and then stood there. They’re, um, stimulating.”
“Well?” She grabbed my hand that was still reaching over to massage her belly and lifted it to her chest. She rinsed my cock and balls more thoroughly than necessary. But she ran over and wrapped me in a fierce hug and mumbled into my sternum, “It’s just you and me now.”
Betsy kept up a good front throughout dinner, but near bedtime, as I soaped her bulging stomach (she often overate, though I’d shifted her to healthier food) I looked up to see tears rolling down her chubby cheeks. I’d refuse to wash between her thighs and she would pout and plead and I’d give in and torture myself stroking her labia and circling her anus.
