16-1 Chubby
Moments later, within the soft, perfumed privacy of the bridal chamber, Agung and Bartini stood face‑to‑face — both bare, unashamed, and burning with anticipation.
Agung found himself feeling surprisingly small beside her.
Her full, heavy breasts rose to the level of his chin, and her body was so generously curved that it seemed she could wrap around him completely;
Indeed, it would have taken two of Agung’s frames placed side by side to match the breadth and volume of hers.
Agung gazed up at her in awe, a smile of pure delight on his face.
Agung: “You are truly magnificent, Bartini… like a mountain of soft, warm flesh.”
Bartini looked down upon him with gentle affection, her hands resting lightly on her own waist.
Bartini: “And you, my Lord… you are so compact and firm — a perfect little treasure for me to cradle.”
Agung reached up and cupped one heavy breast, feeling its weight and softness, and squeezed gently.
Bartini gasped softly, her head falling back, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.
Bartini: “Ahh… you know just how to touch me…”
Agung rose onto his toes to press his lips to her nipple, sucking and kissing it with hungry fervor, while his hands wandered lower, gliding over the curve of her waist.
They settled upon her enormous, rounded buttocks — firm yet yielding, like a great wooden wok used to stir sweet dodol, warm and smooth beneath his palms.
As his fingers brushed lower, he encountered that thick, dark curtain of hair Tejo had spoken of — abundant, curly, and rich, glistening faintly in the candlelight.
He parted it gently, and beneath that natural veil, he found her secret warmth already dewy and ready, radiating a scent that was salty, earthy, and faintly sweet — like ripe spices and fermented delicacies, strong and heady, yet strangely delicious.
Bartini watched it rise, comparing it playfully in her mind to the thickness of her own thumb, and a satisfied grin spread across her face — she could hardly wait to feel it inside her.
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16-2: The Dense Bush
When Agung guided himself toward her from behind, pressing against the soft valley between her rounded hips, it felt at first as though he had already sunk deep within her — such was the way her flesh welcomed and surrounded him.
In truth, only the very tip had found its way past her entrance;
The rest of him was still embraced tightly between the soft, yielding cushions of her buttocks, tangled in that thick, coarse veil of hair.
As he began to rock gently, that dense, curly hair brushed against his most sensitive skin, sending waves of ticklish, tingling pleasure through him — a sensation unlike anything he had ever known, rough yet soft, intense and thrilling all at once.
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16-3: Swallowed Whole
Bartini arched her back, pressing her hips backward to meet him, her voice low and throaty with longing.
Bartini: “Come, my love… push deeper.
Let me feel all of you filling me completely.”
Agung chuckled, breathless with delight.
Agung: “It feels as though I is already lost inside you, sweet Bartini!”
Bartini shook her head, a playful pout in her tone.
Bartini: “Not yet… not nearly enough.
Push harder, my Lord — give me everything you have.”
He aligned himself carefully, then drove forward with steady strength.
SLAM…!!!
His length slipped deeper, finding more warmth, more tightness, more of her.
Now even his lower sac was pressed snugly between the heavy curves of her rear, squeezed soft and firm.
Bartini moaned, wriggling her hips to urge him further.
Bartini: “A little more… a little deeper… fill me to the very brim…”
Agung gritted his teeth, pushing with all his strength, sinking inch by inch into her welcoming depths.
Slam..
Slurp..
With one final, smooth thrust, he buried his entire length inside her, disappearing completely into the soft, warm embrace of her body.
The pleasure was overwhelming — yet mixed with it was a strange, delicious pressure, as if even his very base was being held firmly, enveloped, squeezed by the sheer mass of her.
Viewed from behind, it seemed as though her massive hips had swallowed not just his manhood, but half of his waist itself;
She was so vast, so soft, and so tight, that Agung felt utterly lost, completely surrounded, and wholly consumed by the woman he had chosen.
And there, locked together in this perfect, overwhelming union, they began to move again — slow, deep, and powerful, lost in a passion that promised to last for days.
TO BE CONTINUED…