My Fat Arms Were Made to Worship.mp4
Xutjja
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Gaze upon your Goddess; these arms are pure perfection: thick, soft, sagging sacks of lard, so heavy they pull my shoulders down. They've become so engorged with lard that they ripple and fold at the slightest movement. Every simple gesture has become a slow, deliberate struggle. I know exactly what I do to you with every indulgent jiggle. Watch the fat settle and spread as I move. This body is built for excess, and I wear every pound like a crown. On your knees, and worship your Queen.
Gaze upon your Goddess; these arms are pure perfection: thick, soft, sagging sacks of lard, so heavy they pull my shoulders down. They've become so engorged with lard that they ripple and fold at the slightest movement. Every simple gesture has become a slow, deliberate struggle. I know exactly what I do to you with every indulgent jiggle. Watch the fat settle and spread as I move. This body is built for excess, and I wear every pound like a crown. On your knees, and worship your Queen.
