Her anus convulsing wildly, her pelvis shooting contracting spasms up her spine. She stares at me, her eyes wide and brimming, her brow furrowed, her ...ips parted wide, her cheeks flushed and her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Then she flings her head back and screams louder than ever before. The muscles in her abdomen flex and twitch wildly, her asshole clenches around me in a lusty vice. Lecherous tones erupt from her chest as her chaotic breath mingles with her soprano note. I feel. He was handsome, made a great living and could have had any woman hewanted with just a little effort. But he'd said he'd tried and thingsjust hadn't worked out. He had been searching for the perfect woman, hisversion of one at least. You know, the high maintenance woman, the trophywife. A woman who would stay at home keep house and look attractive forthe man of the house. That was it. He had been close with a few ladies,but when he mentioned he liked the 50's housewife look they startedthinning. Abby nearly stumbled and it shook her body. Her movement sent fluid ripples across her chest, giving the judges their first wobbly notion of Abby’s shrouded but unrestrained breasts. The model recovered her stride but kept the tit twitters going. She strutted the length of the stage and back, giving a forward show of her covert tit wattles and a retiring show of her booty wiggle. Abby rambled the stage edge, giving each judge her transient attention as she enticed them each in turn with her. He came to my booth, and he was so huge that he could barely squeeze in. He literally had to turn sideways to squeeze his obese body through the door. He had white hair. He asked me how much for a blow job and I told him it was 100 dollars. We went back and forth and he told me all he had was 60 bucks. I got down on my knees to suck him off, but I had to actually lift up a huge layer of fat to get to his dick - which was about the size of a button. I pressed my lips up against it in an attempt.