Fat women are like clouds in the sky. Cartoon sex I awoke to someone washing my face with a warm wet washcloth. I don’t know why but when ever I think about a fat girl, I think of someone fighting over the last piece of cake or sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of ice cream complaining no one wants to marry them. “Is it difficult?”
“What?”
“To be all hard like that.”
“It’s not as hard as it looks.”
“You really are cute,”she said, while slowly moving her hand to my crotch. Then how about now.”
As soon as she said that, I could smell a sweet yet gentle fragrance in the air. As far as the women go, the ones I have had sex with seem to forget about me the instant I deactivate my power, but as soon as I reactivate my power they all seem to call me by the name master.
