Certainly, the way she dressed was quite unusual. She wore stocking, suspenders and very high stiletto heels, but then, except for the cloak she somet...mes threw over her shoulders and which came down to just below her buttocks, she wore nothing else at all. Amelia certainly wasn’t a naturist, otherwise, like Emma, she wouldn’t have affected any clothes at all. Nor was she particularly poor. Her clothes changed quite frequently – although they remained the same in principle – and looked fairly. The fabric stretched thin over her bloated boobs, clearly showing the markings of her bra underneath. As for her belly, it barely made it to her flattened out belly button before being stopped by her enormous globe of a stomach. She rubbed her stomach again and sighed, resigned to how huge she had become. She decided to forgo anything on her bottom half other than her too tight underwear and waddled her way down stairs to get some much needed sustenance. Every time a guy rushed out of her house. ‘What is this room?’ I asked as I walked in still carrying Mila. ‘One of the rooms that gets used as a dressing room.’ Mila replied getting off me and trying to undo her jeans. Clearly it wasn’t in use right now. ‘It’s too fucking tight!’ She said getting irritated. ‘Let me get…’ I started but then she quickly stepped forward kissing me again. I could feel her hand go down onto my sweat pants and undo the front and her petite hand go under my boxers waist band and onto my cock. ‘It already feel. I grabbed her ass as it wobbled around my cock with each stroke and began shoving myself in even more deeply. She was letting out cute moans by this point and would occasionally scrunch up her nose and squeeze me in ecstasy. With my speed increase she began moving herself as well, which creates the slight slapping sound of my balls against her ass. The feeling rose within us and we bucked more and more furiously, bit each other's lips harder and dug our nails into each others' backs. Maria let.