There is chubby pussy and then there is a chubby pussy being impaled upon one’s face!

There is chubby pussy and then there is a chubby pussy being impaled upon one’s face!

And thank goodness for that! In 50 short years since Woodstock’s free love saluted every size and shape possible splashed in tie-dye madness, it is still only now when unthinkable dimensions are screaming “Hey I’m right here dammit.” Rewardingly so!

So how does it feel when voluptuous mounds of womanhood come riding onto your visage? Let me throw in an adage from an anonymous poet: ”Savoring chubby pussy is like lazing on marshmallow clouds while gobbling up the sweetest sorbet!” An explosion of senses that sends you time-traveling into billowing waves of tantalizing textures – oh baby–it just adds more volume to life.

Hang on though ped pallies … remember consent is key here; Communication louder than Jim Morrison serenading through his lizard king days floats higher than ever in our cosmic understanding! This hefty feast isn’t…scratch that…shouldn’t be forced upon anyone who isn’t ready to bask joyously beneath its ambrosial glory riding all over their face.

Treat them chubby pussies with respect, dudes and dudettes. Feast like a gourmet but also take time to savor the flavor! Give it love, give it tenderness, give it praise…and you will receive rains of pleasure droplets tenfold.

So let’s kick up that flower-power energy in admiration of chubby pussies worldwide. Thighs high and heads higher!