>>507435873 (OP)Let me tell you somethin’, cocksucka. I was at the gym—Planet Fitness, Tuesday morning, 11:17 a.m. sharp. I’m on the elliptical, sweatin’ out last night’s sins, tryin’ to make peace with my colon and the devil, when I see her—this little Asian chick walk by, maybe 5’2”, ass like a fuckin' Pixar character, tighter than TSA security in Tel Aviv. She’s got on these grey yoga pants, right? High-waisted. And what do I see, gleamin’ in the fluorescent light like a beacon from God himself?
THE FATTEST CAMEL TOE KNOWN TO MAN.
I’m not talkin’ no little slip of fabric ridin’ up. I’m talkin’ full frontal battle labia, cocksucka. Looked like her pussy was tryna order a sandwich at the deli counter. That seam in her pants was fightin’ for its fuckin' life—cryin’ for help in Morse code.
That shit looked like a big league chew pouch tucked sideways into a sock. You ever see roast beef gettin’ vacuum sealed? Same energy. This girl had the Montezuma of muffs, bro. Looked like she could do jiu-jitsu with her clit. I ain’t lyin’.
I dropped my water bottle. I’m not even thirsty, I just needed to buy time to process what the fuck I was lookin’ at. That thing had grip, my man. If she sat on a doorknob too fast, she’d lock the whole building down like Fort Knox. You could smuggle diamonds in that thing and customs wouldn't find shit.
She’s walkin’ by me, slow as molasses in January, and that labia’s just rockin’ side to side like it’s got its own goddamn Fitbit. My dick’s tryin’ to stand up like it’s in church and just heard the name of Jesus. I'm sittin’ there in fuckin' mesh shorts, sweatin' like I'm back in county and the CO just said "random cavity check."
And here's the kicker—she KNEW.
That strut? That bounce? She knew that camel toe was clockin' souls like a DMV line. She didn’t care. She was walkin’ like she just signed a peace treaty between thighs and destruction.