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Polly the Preggo was sitting on the couch, spread-eagled and kicking her legs, whilst her wellies flapped comfortably onto her skin. There was something delicious about that feeling, the waft of air as it rushed past her knees with every kick. She could sometimes feel those welly breaths blow up between her legs, underneath the thin, long t-shirt she was wearing. As she lay back on the couch and looked down, all she could see was the large curve of her massive, tender boobs, her ever-growing baby-bump, and the curve of her parted knees. She knew that just beyond that horizon were those green wellies of hers. She could hear them making a fopping sound on either side of her legs as she wiggled and kicked them.She struggled to keep her eyes on the television, as she and Bitchy Barbara watched bad auditions on some rubbish talent show. Simon Trowell really did pile the shit on. Bitchy Barbara lay sprawled out on her back with one leg on the sofa, and the other leg on the floor. Her glass was empty again.Bitchy Barbara was beginning to wonder if her bisexual flatmate would ever notice the fact that she had nothing on underneath her nightshirt, and was fully displaying her wares, should one happen to glance down, but no, there was no peering.Sighing loudly, she indelicately rolled off the sofa, ending up bent over with her nearly naked ass just a couple of feet away from her oblivious flatmate. She sighed again. Picking up her well-thumbed wine glass, she turned around with her breasts pushed out, and asked Polly the Preggo if she would like a drink.“Would you like a drink?”Still wiggling her legs and making the fopping noises with her wellies, Polly the Preggo apathetically regarded her with a lazy glance.“I’d like three bottles of wine and some tequila shots, but I’m pregnant, you bitch. Can I have a cup of tea?”Pouting, Bitchy Barbara nodded and scuffed over to the open-plan kitchen. She started looking through the cupboards for some more wine, having drained two bottles already. All she could find was a quarter of a bottle of flat Lambrini and a bottle of White Lightning. She wasn’t that desperate. Yet. Sighing, she flicked the kettle on to boil.“We need better alcohol,” she whined.“I need any alcohol,” replied Polly the Preggo.“I’m hungry,” pouted Bitchy Barbara, opening and crashing closed cupboard doors (try saying that after a hard day at work almanbahis şikayet (a)). As she searched through the cupboards looking for something to nibble on, the kettle boiled itself to a gigantic climax, and finally flicked itself off. Bitchy Barbara wished she was flicking herself off, too. Or, better, that Polly the Preggo was flicking her off. Not that she was a lesbian. Yet. A virgin in the pursuits of sapphic delights, she’d jump on anything with a pulse at this exact point in time. The implications of that could be considered on or beyond the edge of decency, but this story never assumed decency, even from its conception.Opening the cupboard below the kettle to find the teabags, Bitchy Barbara found something else instead. Pulling it out of the cupboard, she heaved it up onto the counter and stared at Polly the Preggo.“What the hell is this?” Polly the Preggo glanced over the innocuous tub that bore the word ‘Nutella’ in cheery red letters.“What does it look like it is? It’s an industrial size tub of Nutella.”“What’s it for?”“What do you think it’s for?”“I dunno. Spreading it all over your naked body and getting off from it?”“You’re not far off.”“What?”“Bring it over,” said Polly the Preggo. So Bitchy Barbara finished making Polly the Preggo’s cup of tea and took it over to her, heaving the large tub of Nutella along with it. Handing both items to Polly the Preggo, she then went back to the kitchen and retrieved a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread and a spatula.Flopping down onto the sofa with her legs wide apart, Bitchy Barbara imagined what she could do with an industrial-sized tub of Nutella, the jar of peanut butter, a spatula and a completely naked Polly the Preggo.“So, come on, then,” urged Bitchy Barbara. “I know pregnant women can pack it away, but that’s a hell of a lot of spread. Have you ever thought of having it licked off your body?”“Quite a bit,” mused Polly the Preggo.“Really?” wondered Bitchy Barbara aloud.“Yup,” smiled Polly the Preggo. “These fucking hormones are doing my nut in. All I want is sex and chocolate spread.”“So, what do you do when you’re both horny and craving chocolate spread?” wondered Bitchy Barbara, still out loud.“Oh, that’s easy. I just combine them.” She grabbed the tub of Nutella and pulled the lid off. Right in the middle of the Nutella was a large pink dildo, half buried in the spread. almanbahis canlı casino Bitchy Barbara’s eyes widened as Polly the Preggo grabbed the pink dildo and pulled it out of the rich, thick spread with a sucking squelch.Polly the Preggo licked up the side of the gooey dildo, taking it slowly, and making sure to get every piece of the warm, creamy chocolate stuck on her tongue, before finally reaching the head, and sucking it hard into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it to clean it. Bitchy Barbara watched her, eyes growing wider with every movement of enthusiastic mouth and tongue.With a plopping sound, the dildo came out of Polly the Preggo’s mouth. The side she had licked and the head were now clean of the Nutella. She handed it to Bitchy Barbara and smiled at her.“Now, you try it.”Bitchy Barbara hesitated at first, but soon enough, she took the dildo from Polly the Preggo, and proceeded to tongue it tentatively. Looking at Polly the Preggo, Bitchy Barbara licked just as she had been shown, working her tongue slowly up towards the head. Since Polly the Preggo had been so greedy, there was nothing left on top for Bitchy Barbara to clean, so she stopped once she reached the head and swallowed down all the creamy sweetness she had managed to collect.“Let’s get naked,” said Polly the Preggo cheekily.“I thought you’d never ask,” replied Bitchy Barbara, and stripping off both their t-shirts in two quick movements.Bitchy Barbara admired Polly the Preggo’s growing baby-bump. Polly the Preggo moved a hand up to Bitchy Barbara’s cheek, stroking it lightly with her thumb, before leaning towards her, motioning Bitchy Barbara to come closer too. Their lips met in a soft kiss, no movement at all, but after a few seconds, Bitchy Barbara got more comfortable. This wasn’t the first time she had kissed (she was a bit of a slut when drunk), and she could sense Polly the Preggo was a good kisser. Slowly, their lips started to move, the kiss getting more passionate as they cleaned each other’s teeth free of any Nutella that was left lurking between gums.Bitchy Barbara’s hand moved to Polly the Preggo’s swelling belly. The smooth and surprisingly firm stomach sent a sensation through her fingertips that she hadn’t experienced before. She felt it making her pussy tingle even more than it already was from the probing of Polly the Preggo’s electrifying almanbahis casino tongue in her mouth. Polly the Preggo’s hand had moved from her cheek to the back of her head, sliding her fingers through the soft hair, gently stroking it. Her other hand was moving up along Bitchy Barbara’s side, creeping ever closer to her luscious tits. With a gentle movement, her fingers danced over to her nipple, feeling the soft skin begin to pucker beneath her fingertips as they travelled along, waiting for any reluctant reaction from Bitchy Barbara.Noting that Bitchy Barbara made no move to avoid her touch, Polly the Preggo reached out her hand, scooped up a big glob of Nutella on her two fingers, and began to daub it on Bitchy Barbara’s now handsomely hardened nipple. She pulled her mouth away from Bitchy Barbara’s lips, and traced small quick kisses down towards her chocolatey tit. Her tongue poked out and swirled around the hard nub, making sure to get the sweet and sticky mess from Bitchy Barbara’s breast and up into her mouth. Her lips clamped down on it, taking it in her mouth and sucking it clean, causing a small whimper to be released from Bitchy Barbara.Polly the Preggo pushed her gently back to lie on the sofa, and then standing up, she lifted one leg and placed it on the coffee table. Bitchy Barbara had a perfect view of her glistening pussy. Reaching down so that her large breasts swung a little, she began to scoop up handfuls of the thick and silky nut paste. Smiling hotly at Bitchy Barbara and licking her lips, she began to cram oozing handfuls down past the rim of her boot, feeling it slide its way, deeper and deeper. Every so often, she would pause to lick a finger, or push her hand between her legs and slide the rich mixture over her throbbing clit. More and more, she filled the welly until she was pushing down as hard as she could, like a lover pumping his cock deep inside her gaping hole.She felt the force squish its melting chocolatey way between her toes, kissing the little webs and massaging the pads as she wriggled and squirmed them around in the squelching mess. A torrid orgasm fired its way from the very tips of her chocolatey toes, rushing and tonguing its way, through her foot and up her leg to punch her clitoris with a tidal wave of Nutella-induced ecstasy. She cried out, grabbing her now-dripping pussy and grinding against her smeared fingers, lost in the delicious haze of dark cocoa. She collapsed down onto the sofa, one welly squelching and one welly empty as the aftershocks pulled her thighs together and smeared the brown liquid into creases she never knew she had.
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