Flat Ass Farrah (Paid Post #2)
Added 2023-09-29 00:00:59 +0000 UTCFlat Ass Farrah they had called her. Because everyone at her school was so creative. Irma was called Ironing board. It's like these people could only insult you with alliteration. But it hurt Farrah's feelings all the same. She always wanted that dump truck of a booty the boys craved.
So when Irma came to class one day positively popping out of her top with tits up to her chin, Farrah had to know how.
Irma showed her Just one little pill and Farrah jumped at the opportunity. Just snatched it right out of her hand and swallowed it dry. Irma slowly stepped back.
“What?” Farrah said and then it felt like she was thrown against the brick wall behind her. She involuntarily grinded against it and pounded her ass against it. Irma stepped back and giggled. She remembered that feeling, she kind of wanted to feel it again as she watched Farrah's hips swell.
Farrah felt her pants getting tighter and tighter as she was getting absolutely cheeky. Both women squealed in delight as the fly of her jeans ripped open. Her little hip huggers dropping even more. She adjusted her hair and let out a delightful and gasping laugh. She couldn't believe it, her dreams finally realized.
She gave Irma a little pose. “Well? What do you think?”
Irma laughed and said, “Now, the warning.” in true Death Becomes Her fashion, laughing at her own little joke. “I'm kidding, now we get home and we see how big we can really get!”
