Susan put her hand on her chest, her heart was beating like a Mayan drum. She turned up the power slightly and kept at it.
“I can do this…” Susan tried to tell herself between breathes.
As she ran sweat dripped down her face and her large breasts jumped up and down as she ran. Her heavy belly rippled and pulsated as is jiggled around. Her tight jogging shorts were being tormented as her flesh covered butt swayed and swelled as she jogged. Susan kept imagining a huge feast at the end of a tunnel and she was chasing it but as she ran she was seriously getting tired.
She felt her soft thick thighs rubbed against one another and the cute fat on her arm quivered ever so slightly as she huffed and puffed.
She immediantly stopped the tread mill and hopped off.
"This is crazy..." Susan thought to herself. Sweat was dripping down her forehead; her chest was dripping in moisture and her white track pants were stained with her sweat.
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