Michael
I was waiting for him to say he was ready and when he finally said it, my heart raced. I was ready to have sex with Ashton, but I've gained weight in the past couple months. I've gotten a round belly, thick thighs, chipmunk cheeks, and squishy love handles. I was pretty insecure to say the least, but I wanted to experience it with Ashton.
Ashton grinded his hips into mine as my tongue explored his mouth, he had his shirt off and I still had mine on, mainly because I was slightly hunched over so rolls formed on my belly. Ashton began to slide his hands under my shirt and I tensed up, "Mikey, what's wrong?" Ashton asked as he pulled away and moved his hand. "You were touching my fat rolls and I just hate them so much." I whimpered and Ashton sat next to me, "Babe, I love your rolls." Ashton cooed and rubbed my belly, making me blush. "I love your little lover handles, your squishy cheeks, especially your belly." He grinned and hugged me from the side, kissing my neck and making me moan slightly. "Shall we continue?" He asked and I chuckled, pulling off my shirt and crashing our lips together.
