u/needletwerkr

If there’s one thing I love, it’s partying. Getting wasted and putting this DONK to work\~.

I’m a curvy girl with a hefty focus on the behind, like, so focused the more time i spent squatting the more eyes oogle me as i’m walking the streets. Pants are hard, and the floor struggles harder… so what do I do? Maybe slow down a little? Take things carefully as to not make your apartment floor collapse?

\*Fuck\* no. What I do is I throw that weight AROUND. I’m a twerk obsessed babe who you wont ever see deny the chance to shake some ass… even if the walls are beginning to crack from the bass of my speaker…

So, come RP and or chat with me\~!! The kinda-sort-of-birthday girl has a plot in miind, we cna discuss details, but these aspects specifically are a goal for me…:

\- An \*overwhelming\* amount of ass cheeks. Shaking, clapping… causing some DAMAGE. Making the walls crack with the slamming, breaking furniture by twerkin… BIG, HEAVY, BUMS!
\- LOOUD music! Nicki Minaj, Iggy Azalea… just something dirty turned up so loud the windows are cracking… 3 blocks away.
\- HOT SHIT! Get fucking sexy! Is the “cake” at my party literally just a fat twerking ass covered in frosting? More importantly, can I then cover my own ass and trap you between two huge twerking bums? ANYTHING you can think of thats ass related.

So there’s our little party planning\~! If you’re interested in the post and want a response, include the word “bum” so I know you read everything… and include your loudest, sexiest song for me to shake this ASS to!

Your boss across the room over you, her heaving breasts threatening to pop out of her struggling, warped dress shirt, as a black tie careened down her curves (only emphasising them.) Her black pencil skirt stretched and pulled as she jiggled her hips, bumping her ass cheeks against the desk that imbued her “way-more-powerful-than-you” title.

You sat in your chair, nervous. What would your wife think? You needed to provide, you *had* to… but, this wasn’t ri— “Come ON! Does your wife have some fucking CANNONS like THESE?!” As she announced this, she ripped part of her shirt open, exposing sweaty cleavage as the desk creaked, struggling under the weight of the older woman while she made her way around. Her large thighs wobbled as she lifted one leg onto the desk, a black heel slamming down.

“Look at the size of this RUMP! Do it for your job. My anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t~…” She smirked her massively red-lipstick-coated lips at you, singing the raunchy lyrics as she began to bounce her ass (making the desk shiver with each drop of booty, causing her to have to push her glasses up as her hips nearly shook them off her face…)

Well? What’s next~..?