"Cream" and bimbo back marking

Otto put his leg over the deckchair, which was difficult because he was a midget. And he landed with **** on Olivia's thighs, making her ass quiver again – which was exactly what Otto wanted to achieve. Of course, this surprised Olivia, but as she promised herself, she didn't want to judge Dave because it might lower his self-esteem even more. Otto began to squirm on her thighs to feel how soft and supple they were. He moved forward on her thighs so that his crotch pressed against her ass.

– Olivia, are you okay? – when he said this, he started waving. He wanted to make sure if the music was drowning him out and if she closed her eyes to assess how much she should be careful – "So I'm clear, you fucking doll."

Otto slightly took off his swimming trunks, which were already tight on him, to free his balls and his cock, which was now in the shape of a horseshoe. He put the cream on his hands and started mixing it with the mucus of his testicles and his thick pubic hair. The color changed from milky white to dirty mustard with many black threads. He placed both hands in place just above her ripe peaches and began decorating her back in a circular motion. Olivia smelled an intoxicating musty smell.

– "What is that smell, is it that cream? It actually said it was made of natural ingredients, but why should it smell like that?" – she thought, then said – Dave, don't you think this cream has a strange smell?

Otto was horrified that she spoke, and he replied nervously.

– Of course not. After all, it is made of natural ingredients. It's not the smell but the quality that counts, right?

– "If he also thinks that the ingredients are responsible for it, then it's probably right, although the rotten smell is still terrible."

– That's all because, you know, you kind of threw me off track.

– Oh, forgive me. I won't disturb you anymore, do your thing.

– "Excellent."

Otto started lubricating higher and higher, using the two-up, one-down method. It was truly mesmerizing work. Otto even felt obliged to lubricate the doll with homemade cream. He loved the power he had over this woman – the fact that he connected her divine skin with his unwashed crotch slime was wonderful to him. Time passed, and he was already reaching her shoulder blades. He always wondered why his testicles never ran out of that slimy substance, just like his rough pubes. Olivia's lower and middle back were already marked with bile, stench, and black worms. Time was running out on her shoulders. A fact that could be noticed was that he gave less of the cream and more of his mucus. Because he was a midget, he had to stand on his knees to reach her shoulders. Whatever he had to do, he did it. He stood on his knees and leaned slightly forward. Remember that his donkey cock was bent in a horseshoe shape this whole time – but this slight change in position caused his penis to shoot out of his trunks like a gun, much to Otto's surprise, and collide with Olivia's meaty semicircles.

*FLOP*

The wet sound of that impact was loud. Otto even understood that she didn't hear it, but how could she not feel it?

– "There may be more fat in this ass than nerves" – (which was quite true) – "Take it away?"

He began to consider whether he should take it or not, when he saw how his snake – because it was so heavy – began to crawl between her buttocks.

– "Fuck it. Let them kiss, they suit each other."

He returned to Olivia's shoulders, began to apply what was now a truly pathetic amount of cream, and began to scoop up the hairy mustard and applied it. What he was applying now was the smelliest version of what he had applied before, and he smeared it all over her shoulders, some of her neck, and her arms. At the same time, the tip of his penis, which was the only part sticking out at the beginning of her ass crack (where the rest of the cucumber was lovingly hidden in the ass), began to produce unimaginable amounts of pre-cum with bits of his smegma that started flowing down both sides of her waist.

– "I wonder what will happen when I really cum."

If it all continued like this, Otto would definitely cum – but the amount of stench was really starting to get to Olivia's nostrils and brain.

– Dave, could you bring me a glass of lemonade – she said suddenly – the jug is on the kitchen counter, and add a straw.

Otto wasn't scared anymore, but it woke him up from his trance. He didn't want to leave, but he also didn't want them to get up, so he agreed. He began to lift his hideously fat body from her lovely plump body. The problem was with a penis that wouldn't come out.

– "Is it my shlong fighting with me, or her ass that doesn't want to let go of her new boyfriend without her knowing?"

He gathered more strength, and his cock, like a snake – first the tip disappeared, then it crawled out of the butt crack with a greasy sound.

PLOP

Otto didn't care if Olivia felt it or not, but he looked at her hands with pride in his heart. Here the back of the biggest sex bomb he had ever seen was marked with shades of yellow mixed with her chocolate skin and hair from his dirty balls – and it's all his.

– "I have to take a picture of this, my trophy."

He started walking towards the house, musing on the fact that his serum was now melting into this goddess's skin. Sizzling like fast food oil that is never replaced.

– "My pubes will make a mosaic of her skin back when sun start shining fo real, and she still doesn't suspect anything."

Then he got an idea of how to spice up this lemonade for Olivia.