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My Belly, Your Altar
12:04
Published: 25.05.2026 • Hide
You've come crawling back to me towards that which you worship the most my belly. Your hopeless devotion to my belly makes you weak, just how I like you. You're desperate for my belly, craving the high from worshipping my jiggling fat belly. I love taking total control of your obsession as I edge you along to my soft fat. As you kneel before my belly, you lose yourself in the mesmerizing jiggle as my soft voice guides you deeper into submission. Whether I'm slapping my belly or jiggling it, you lose yourself in it, devoting yourself further and further. You really are so lucky to have an alter like mine to worship at. Nothing makes you feel as good as worshipping at my alter does, not your wife or girlfriend, not your job, not video games or sports. My belly is your alter and your trembling touch tells me how addicted you are. Forget everything else, forget everyone else. My belly is the only one you need, my belly is the one that you think about night after night. I want to hear yo
