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240 Crushing Pounds and Her Sweaty Ass
240 Crushing Pounds and Her Sweaty Ass
Lady Katy’s heavy 240-pound frame settles onto the stationary bike, her thick gray Calvin Klein panties and sports bra already clinging as she begins to pedal. She lowers her massive ass straight down onto the hooded slave’s face, grinding her full cheeks over his head until they completely envelope him. Her weight presses hard while she works the pedals, sweat quickly beading across her soft skin and soaking into the fabric stretched tight between her cheeks. “Is my ass getting sweaty?” she asks, looking back over her shoulder as his body shifts and kicks beneath her crushing seat. The enormous round globes seal around his head with no escape, her soft flesh smothering him completely while she rides harder, working up a thicker sheen of sweat that drips down the deep cleft of her ass.
Once the workout ends she climbs off and orders the slave onto the floor, then stretches stomach-down across the bench so her huge sweaty backside faces him. Her panties are soaked through; she tells him to peel them off with his teeth, the wet fabric stretching and sliding away to reveal her glistening cheeks. “My ass was dirty and now all that sweat is mixed in there so it’s going to be delicious,” she says. She makes him spread her heavy cheeks wide with both hands, holding them open so he can stare at her tight hole before she pushes his face in and demands his tongue deep inside. As he works his tongue into her, she releases a long, loud fart that blasts against his face and forces him to pull back for a second before she yanks him right back in. “Love that fart and you know what it means when I start farting,” she tells him, keeping his face buried while her heavy body stays planted on the bench.
