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Jake’s mouse hand shook from the torrid action of his wank hand. He clicked the “next” tile at the bottom of the FatnSlippery.com member’s gallery, and stepped up the pace another notch. The canary yellow sock flopped, still empty, as his wrist chugged madly along his thigh, the rapid thwacking of his balls against the wooden chair giving him painful pleasure.

“Next” had left behind Vikki and given him Maggie, a flesh mountain of sin. Maggie toyed with some apparently secret region of pleasure that was concealed by mounds of stretched, fat-engorged flesh, her heavy breasts detected in the confused landscape of her torso only by the presence of nipples. He was on a mission. Thwackthwackthwack …

Next.

Candi’s amorphous, stressed flab found its own level. She coated the divan, her erotic semi-pose sending Jake into spasms of desire. Usually, he could fantasize over one or two of these luscious, naked heavyweights before spending his load, but this time it was apparent that he wasn’t going to get it done in time for vespers. He called it quits, straightened his robe, and returned the sock to his foot, surprised when his large toe located a tiny dollop of early release.