My report

He looked deep into her auburn middle and saw the soul of my lover. Her rounded typeface matched her heavy figure but he did n't mind that. She was a big girl and he cupped her large bosom in his script as they locked glossa on the sofa, her mother in the next room chopping veg oblivious to the masculine hands fondling her daughter in the next room.

He gently yanked at her crimson dress she 'd wear down to her gran 's birthday party but she grabbed his deal and guided it back to her pectus. She was still frightened of being caught by her mother rutting with her fellow on the sofa. He forced his lingua deeper into her throat, determined to ram himself on her and she relented, her body softened and she lay deeper into the cushion but she still did not find like going any boost.
He moved his hand slowly from her shank to her bottom. It was prominent and soft and it felt like the Great Compromiser under silk cloth in his manpower. Her body stiffened and she moved closer towards him as he took his paw down the back of her leg to her stifle and rubbed up and down, up and down.
She then began to soften again so he rudely took his hand away from her stifle and gently but assertively pulled her dress straps off her shoulder joint. Underneath the dress was a white-turning-to-grey bra. He pulled the clothes down further, across her flabby waist and up her bent leg revealing a similar pair of panties which his lowly waist felt were slightly dampish.
He left the dress at her ankles and began to fondle with increased heartiness her beautiful body, pulling at the stretchy bits and guiding his digit around the top of her step-in. She exhaled in raptus slightly and he knew he had her.
He tugged at the scanty, pulling them to her mortise joint with the frock. She was unshaven yet nifty and he traced his thumb at the edge of her pelvis, causing a quiet squeak to escape her mouth. Off went the bra. Her tit were large and rear and they rubbed against his shirt while he was getting even more and more excited by this unexpected probability of popping hers and his own cherry.
He rubbed her mamilla with his quarter round until she began to fumble with his shirt clit out of anticipation or embarrassment for her nudity. Her mum carried on chopping up dinner in the kitchen just around the corner.
She pulled the shirt of his perspiring back and then attacked his jeans, ripping the clit open then the zip down and he eventually decided to pull them off for her. Rising above her into a range position, he casually removed his dungaree and bagger in one move. He know lay on top of his big, beautiful saint with his little man digging into her thigh, just shy of her vagina. They kissed again, he pulled away from her and then ...