I just got back from a long, grueling jog with Layla Moore and we are both absolutely drenched in sweat, our workout clothes clinging to every heavy curve and rolling down our thick bodies. Collapsing into the living room gasping for air, we start bragging about who ran faster and longer, but the competitive banter quickly turns catty and cutthroat.
Before I know it, this six-foot goddess is towering over me, using her height advantage to literally look down on my thick BBW frame with a smug grin I want to wipe off her face. I refuse to back down, stepping in close to desperately size myself up against her tall, imposing figure. We stand back to back, pressing our sweaty, heaving bodies together to see who truly measures up, comparing the width of our wide hips, the heaviness of our tits, and the sheer magnitude of our MILF assets.
Layla thinks she has me beat just because she is taller, but I push back hard, rubbing my curvy PAWG body against hers to prove I can match her pound
