It’s soft, warm, dimpled, and forgiving; frankly, it beats the hell out of me why 250 pounds of randy lady is generally avoided by distinguishing cocks far and wide.  A roly-poly spin in the sack is as fun as it is ball voiding, to be desired and to be greatly cherished.

When providence doles out those loving rolls, you thank your lucky stars and dive in face first, like the dude in the above clip from Plump & Stacked.  Sure, you’ve gotta be carefully when tangoing with a heavy hitter, be– (continue reading…)

As a whole, we New Worlders are pretty uptight about nudity, no doubt a hangover from our Puritan past; consequently, it is no great wonder why we don’t know how to handle ourselves abroad when suddenly confronted with public nudity, specifically when we are at those European beaches where anything goes.

Why do I suddenly want a large glass of milk?

Here’re a few simple rules to follow:

1.  Look, but do not touch.
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#7:  If they look firmer than a hard boiled egg dipped in liquid cement, those be fake.

#6:  If they squeak like Sparky’s dog toy, those be fake.

#5:  If they’re perfectly spherical, like a crystal ball wrapped in a condom of skin (see below picture), those be fake.

Is it me, or does her torso look the head of an alien

#4:  If they come with instructions, those be fake. (continue reading…)

Giving lesbians HUGE BOOBS is like buttering bacon—decadent, but I’ll take it.  Hell, make that a triple!  So when I saw the title of  the below clip, Lesbian Hooter Party, I immediately spunk me drawers and started working my noodle back to al dente and beyond for another go.

The person who said, too much of a good thing is bad, should be shot, stabbed, poisoned, and then drowned, given the full Rasputin.  The saying should be: too much of a good thing is hardly enough, or rather,– (continue reading…)

The clip below from Big Wet Tits 2 exemplifies wet head!  Just look at it, look at how obscenely fucking drenched dude’s cock and balls are, behold their awesome sogginess, their slick countenance.  It may look a tad gross, with its slimy webs and its mirror like glaze, but you know that’s gotta feel like a million bucks.

I think what’s going on here is that buddy’s schlong has been lubed by many sources, mainly spittle, oil, and pre-cum, and perhaps some leftover bacon grease (and she’s no vegetarian).  Whatever the– (continue reading…)

Masturbation is a no-brainer for us fellas; we get horny, we get hard, spanky, spanky, and that’s all there is to it.  For the ladies, however, shit ain’t ever that easy.  Simply put, they’ve got more erogenous zones.  And bigger ladies, like this one, have bigger zones, period, allowing them to get a full-on tit-jerk going with the greatest of ease.

This clip is taken from the second installment of one of my favorite BBW series, Scale Bustin’ Bimbos.  I picked this little gem to illustrate my point because, well, I’m gonna be honest with you, I love massive jugs.  I would like to have given you a more intellectual reason, something with some meaning attached to it; unfortunately, I’m not that guy today… it being Tuesday.

I don’t just like HUGE tits, I like FUCKING ENORMOUS THEY’VE-JUST-CRUSHED-MY-CAR femme cans.  Double DDs simply don’t cut mustard with me these days.  Hell, Triple GGs even seem small to these internet desensitized eyes.  I want to see a woman with breast so big that she had to carry them around in a wheelbarrow—no, on a forklift, or transported by sea on some sort of boob barge.

If you think traffic is a mess here, you should see the dump she took on the Interstate

Now, before you pipe-up about back problems and logistical difficulties, just take a moment to think about how fucking rad it would be to sleep on a– (continue reading…)

Black Belt Jones ‘ere, drying my dicks off with a towel; and I tells ya, dis rag just went from clean to throw-out.  Man, does the Milf get the pussy wet!  I don’t tink me balls have ever been twat washed like dat!  She even be cumming more than me, and I cum like a mother fucking monster.  Where did she learn to bust clam like fountain?  I guess experience counts for something, no?

Yep, I took her from every angle, but I ended me nut like this feller ‘ere from Supersize Tits 13, deep doggie then straight to facial.   My forty-something loved lapping up my karate cum.  She loved it so– (continue reading…)

Porn these days is all gimmicks and hype, reality porn being the latest biggie to really rock the industry, but nothing will ever replace the immortal blonde with big tits.  Timeless and elegant, it is what it is, simply beautiful.  They say that blondes have more fun, well shit, maybe the ones that look like this Betty do.

Forget the rug, check my asshole hairs: yep, this is all me!

Granted, I could do without the tribal tat on her arm, but besides that, this girl is your– (continue reading…)

“Why, yes I do,” says the plumber who happens to have a thing for breast cream in his coffee.

Now even I have a hard time understanding this scene from Yes, Got Milk 2.  Mr. Handyman is mid sink repairs, the lady of the house gets him a cup of java, which she whitens with her own fluids, then she proceeds to blow the fella.  What about his coffee?  What happens to it?  It seems to disappear.  I guess if there was ever a situation to forget about your caffeine fix, hello, I think we’ve found it.

Personally, I’m on the fence with the whole lactating thing; I like the BIG milk filled BOOBS, but I have mixed– (continue reading…)