Butt Inflation

Girls

Desiree knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack, enough to show a sliver of the room and one dark green eye that swiveled around, looking up and down the hall.

"Are you alone?" Came the voice from behind the door.

"Yes," unsatisfied by the answer, the eye swiveled back and forth again, "Oh for heavens sake Mandy, you told me to come over, either let me in or let me go home."

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Average: 4.5 (35 votes)

Darkmoon Air, Part I

Elysa was having what could very well have been the best day of her life. The heavyset blond girl usually got by doing odd jobs for the Stormwind guard; hunting pests, harvesting lumber, and other relatively boring, simple tasks. Today, however, she found work that incorporated her unique fetish...from an unlikely source.

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Average: 3.3 (4 votes)

Claire's Strange Acquaintance

"So...who's this friend of yours?"

Cathy squeezed Claire's hand gently as the couple walked down the greater part of London's downtown areas. The two hit it off quite well, and much to both of the girl's amazement, Catherine had enjoyed the pneumatic experience Claire visited upon her. Now matters turned more to business, and the two were off to visit one of Claire's friends to help increase the woman's ability to inflate women.

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Average: 3.7 (9 votes)

Pump for Joy

“Get a load of me now!”

“Joy, you look like a blow-up doll!”

“Oh yeah, baby, you bet!”

“But now it’s my turn – come on, blow me up too!”

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Average: 2.2 (9 votes)

Competition, The

Author:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

Sam was in the midst of a great moral quandary. He liked butts. He liked them big. His new co-worker, Sandra, had a wonderfully enormous ass. She was a little chubby and had a set of pretty decent knockers, but her most prominent feature was her enormous ass, which she stuffed into a short skirt or tight pair of pants every day. She had long black hair and a hawk-like face. Sam knew she was going to cause problems. Sam's problem was thus: he was married. And to a wonderful woman with a beautifully round ass.

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Average: 3.4 (5 votes)

Help Line

Author:
Popping:

"Micrisoft help line, how may we help you?" Betty spoke into her handless phone.

"Umm... I having a problem with one of your programs." The female voice came from the ear piece. It was a pleasent voice, almost melodic. Immediately betty was jelouse. She immediately associated voices like that with people who were more attractive than she was.

"Yes, Which program?" Betty asked while she thought 'Bitch'.

"Microsoft Word." came the reply.

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Average: 3 (5 votes)

Corset's Curse, The

Some corsets enhance the figure more than others...

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Average: 3.8 (15 votes)

butt

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Inflation Types:
butt
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Average: 3.2 (9 votes)

The Chase End

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Inflation Types:
The Chase   End
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Average: 4.1 (7 votes)

Commission Arabian Sights

Commission  Arabian Sights
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Average: 3.9 (7 votes)
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