I put on my boxers out of modesty for Lizbeth and went to the bathroom to pee and wash myself and was back in the bedroom just in time to see Lizbeth ...rawling naked across the covers."This side of the sheets is warmer and not wet," she said pulling them up around her stomach.I slipped my boxers over my erection and crawled in bed with her. "Maybe we can find something else to warm you up." The sheets are for later, anyway," she said throwing them back. "Do you think we will ever go to sleep?". It turned her on that she was slowly gaining fame as the fattest and most disfigured cunt on the internet. But what she expected less was that there were people out there who were getting off to her videos, and loving them. She would read the comments on all the uploads of her videos that people had posted, because she wanted to see people slandering her, calling her names, talking about how gross her cunt was. But she noticed a slow growing of people who were saying that they wanted to do. I push forward again. His tongue slides against the backside of my cock, smooth, stroking. My hips are working, rocking against that tight mouth. My fingers are latched into his hair as I assault that mouth. His lips suck and pull at me as I thrust in, plundering, pushing against the back of his throat. I hold tight and feel the squeeze from the sides and the pressure on my head. I ache deep, and can feel the tightening in my balls. They heat and boil, churn. I impale that wet hole, thrusting,. Now there arestairs and I cannot imagine where I am going.I can feel cooler open air around me and now I am being placedinto a seat. I think it is a car. Yes a car, I can finally feelthe motion of our movement. I lay back my head and am consumedwith trying to figure out just why and what is now happening. Iam scared and all of a sudden I find that I cannot breath. Theflow of air has somehow been cut off from my body. I start tostruggle and gasp at its return. I can hear nothing and findthis.