Noblest Breasts of Merciful Love

Devoted massive-breasted matrons unite the biggest bosoms to become

opulent fulfillment. Known as "The Most-Compassionate Matron-Saints

of Breast-Love," their awesome eleven-gallon udder-busts are forcefully devoted

to total fulfillment. The devoted deep udder-cleavages swallow all penises

with extreme, steadfast fulfillment.

The gifted sisterhood of stupendous udder-busts embraces all penises

with steadfast love. If a decent man has the need, a devoted matron

immediately takes his shaft between her stupendous, voluptuous,

heavy udder-breasts of consummate love. Her safest deep udder-cleavage

swallows all of his semen with total, consummate, poetic love.

The matron-saint's warmest sumptuous udder-bust is devoted to deep healing

and fulfillment. Devoted to the sexual alchemy that transforms worlds,

the steadfast, robust, undulating udder-cleavage swallows the penis

for opulent fulfillment. The aroused bust-cleavage, wet with semen,

floods reality with vast, stupendous fulfillment.

All decent men are comforted by the deepest doting udder-cleavages of sweet,

steadfast love. The penis finds total constant peace within the noblest

ancient devoted sisterhood's deepest undulating udder-cleavages of sweet,

steadfast love. The stupendous eleven-gallon udder-busts fill the world

with absolute, jovial, sublime love.

I met a voluptuous massive-breasted matron as I sought such sexually profound

fulfillment. She was honored as I openly stared at the undulating cleavage

of her awesome, stupendous, eleven-gallon udder-bust of sublime,

steadfast fulfillment. She swallowed my shaft with her sensuous udder-cleavage

of steadfast, intense fulfillment.

Her deep udder-cleavage abundantly consumed all of my wet semen with sweet,

consummate love. She concretely vowed to have me as her one and only,

her colossal, awesome udder-bust solely devoted to my penis in constant,

steadfast, consummate love. My penis lavishly rests

between her two stupendous udder-breasts of total, consummate love.

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Accident on Aisle Seven

It was purely accidental when she stumbled and fell upon me,

until I saw how my lap was joyfully trapped under

the thirty gallons of her massive bosom,
two titanic chocolate mountains slowly swimming back and forth
like ocean waves in heat, causing my tower to swiftly rise.
We both lay there laughing, complete strangers
on a deserted aisle seven, bras hanging overhead.
Her laughter swiftly became her licking her thick chocolate lips
when she felt my stiff pillar in my pants,
buried underneath her thirty undulating gallons of udder-breast
yearning to burst from her blouse and engulf my virility.
I knew she wanted me
between her udders of ecstasy,
rubbing her nipples like erect clits on her tits as she
slowly reached down with her hands and secretly undid
three blouse buttons and my fly, smiling with mischief and
delicious elation at the sensation of my thick stick
taking up residence deep inside her warm, undulating breast-valley.
And we just lay there on aisle seven, complete strangers,
with no one suspecting anything suspicious,
and everyone merely assuming that this big Black mamma
needed some time to catch her breath. So they
left us alone. And we just smiled into each other's eyes
as her thirty orgasmic gallons of undulating udder-bosom and deep cleavage
insatiably drank one quiet ejaculation after another after another,
without losing a single drop. When we finally stopped,
and I helped her to her feet, everyone was still clueless
as to the freaky ecstasy that had transpired spontaneously
on aisle seven, beneath that bra display.
But later on that day, we were at it again,
her thirty-gallon breasts and my strong tower now the best of friends
on the floor of her den, then my dining-room table,
my meaty pillar the main course for her devouring breast-valley
all day and night. That accident on aisle seven
was oh-so-right!

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