/soy/ - Soyjaks

She’s a massive Egyptian woman, easily 400+ pounds, with deep bronze skin, thick black hair falling in heavy waves over her shoulders, and dark kohl-lined eyes that look down at you with pure amusement. Her body is soft and overwhelming—enormous soft belly spilling forward, huge heavy breasts, wide hips, thick thighs that press together, and a broad ass that shifts and jiggles with every small movement. She’s wearing a loose, half-open traditional robe that does nothing to hide the sheer bulk of her.
She steps over you, the floor creaking under her weight, and lowers herself slowly. First her soft, heavy thighs brush your sides, then that massive belly presses down across your chest and face, warm and smothering. The air leaves your lungs as her full weight settles. You feel the soft, dense mass of her crushing you into the mattress, her folds enveloping you, the pressure building until you’re completely pinned and helpless under her.
She shifts a little, grinding that heavy belly and thighs more firmly against you, letting out a low, satisfied laugh as she feels how thoroughly she’s burying you. “Stay still,” she murmurs in a deep, accented voice. “You’re not going anywhere under me.”