I read somewhere a long time ago that 601-pound wrestler Haystacks Calhoun died. I was wrong. I think Teighlor ate him. If you ever thought no one could make Layla LaShell look anorexic, you were wrong. Teighlor could personally bankrupt any smorgasbord restaurant in one day and still have enough room to swallow a small hippo. She's that big. How Ron Jeremy could find any orifice is a wonder. The sex isn't hot, just smelly.
Oh, the story. Some cartoonish Frenchman tells us how he has two loves: large ladies and near-death experiences. So our blossoming beauties relate tales of how they approached the pearly gates after attempting to digest a Volvo or some such silliness. Then we have a sex scene with said portly maiden which is unrelated to anything else. A clever boxcover which mimics the mainline movie; but the contents (other than "skinny" Trinity Loren) will interest only the fat freaks. If any of your customers are of this ilk, point them toward this unusual feature.