Lily sat on the edge of the big, rumpled bed, her massive, soft belly fully exposed and glistening under the warm bedroom light. Thick, shiny oil coated every inch of her huge gut, making the stretched skin look slick, wet, and irresistibly inviting—like a shiny, quivering playground made just for her fingers. The oil dripped slowly down the deep curves of her underbelly, catching the light with every l*ttle breath she took.

With a low, breathy moan, Lily’s hands slid down to her belly. She started slow, circling the wide, puffy rim of her deep belly button with her fingertips, teasing the sensitive skin around it. The oil made everything so slippery, so smooth, her fingers gliding effortlessly as she pressed a l*ttle harder, dipping the tip of her index finger into the warm, slick h*le. Her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted in a soft gasp as she pushed deeper—slowly sliding her finger all the way in, feeling the tight, velvety walls of her navel squeeze around it.

“Oh f*ck...” she whispered, voice thick with lust. She twisted her finger inside the oily pit, pumping it in and out in long, deliberate strokes, fingering her own belly button like it was the most sensitive l*ttle fuckhole on her body. The oil squelched softly with every thrust, shiny droplets running down the sides of her belly as she added a second finger. Two fingers now, stretching her deep navel wider, sliding in knuckle-deep, then deeper still, f*cking it harder, faster, curling them inside to rub against the inner walls.

Her huge, oiled belly jiggled and wobbled with every eager thrust of her fingers. She bit her lip, hips rocking slightly as she lost herself in the filthy pleasure, pumping her fingers in and out of that slick, glistening belly button like she was fingering a dripping p*ssy. The deeper she went, the louder her moans became—wet, obscene sounds filling the room while her free hand squeezed and kneaded the heavy fat around her navel, making the whole soft expanse quake and shine even more.

She was c*mpletely addicted, eyes half-lidded, whispering dirty l*ttle praises to her own belly as she kept fingering her navel harder and deeper, lost in the slippery, taboo bliss of her favorite belly button fetish.

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