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She closed her eyes and leaned back against the rich velvet of the couch. Her hands came sensuously up her body, cupping her tits lusciously. The brunette sighed as she pushed her voluptuous breasts forward and ran her thumbs across each nipple.
“Mmmmm,” she panted, licking her wide, inviting lips. “Oooooooh!”
Charlene was proud of her body. She hadn’t always been. She had felt uncomfortable for years about her size. She was a big girl. Hell, she was an immense girl. She wasn’t fat. No way! Being just over six feet had been her problem. She stood over six feet in her bare feet. Her waist was the only thing tiny about her. She did have a tiny waist. Her tits measured forty inches around and her hips pushed the measuring tape to thirty-eight inches.
She was a big girl. She was big and sexy. Some might think she was too sexy. The girl had lost a number of men who were threatened by her abundant curves. Shit! When she stood naked before a man, she’d knock his eyes out with all that tit and ass.
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