Belly soft and pink
Added 2022-03-19 13:08:15 +0000 UTCThe first few are just pats.
Your hand connects with the underside of my hanging stomach, lightly tapping, making it bounce up and drop back down, just a little.
I blush. But soon my belly is blushing as hard as my cheeks are, once your pats turn to slaps, stinging against my tender flesh. It hurts, but I don’t ask you to stop. I don’t want you to stop. The attention and punishment on my shamefully hanging gut feels good. Bad… but, really good.
Your exquisite torture continues until my swollen belly is stinging red with hand prints, and throbbing, and I am too. Throbbing hard and gasping, pushing my heavy belly out for more. I haven’t stopped jiggling and my fat face is burning with embarrassment. It brings the blood rising to the surface over every inch of me, and I feel every inch, fat and heavy.
