Oil glistens on every curve in fat person belly button, turning her skin into liquid gold. She massages it in slowly, palms sliding over nipples, down the V of her hips, between slick thighs in fat person belly button. The shine catches every light as her fingers dip inside, emerging glossy in fat person belly button. The sounds—wet, rhythmic, desperate—fill the room of fat person belly button. She adds a second hand, one circling above while the other thrusts below, building a crescendo only fat person belly button could orchestrate. When she comes in fat person belly button, the oil makes her quiver look like ripples across a golden pond. Spent and glowing, she traces lazy hearts on her stomach, the final intimate signature of fat person belly button.