If you were to refresh the download page for any given Karen Moon video, within the first 24 hours of its upload, you were guaranteed to see the view count double each refresh. That's just how popular her videos had become. Really, it was no surprise. She was vivacious, attractive, engaging, and knew exactly how to work the camera. Karen worked exclusively in POV videos, so knowing how to treat the camera like a person was vital.
Moon videos had
some
variety. There were those that focused on her ass, thighs, even her lips. All of her features were top shelf and deserving of the attention. However, by and large her most popular videos were those that focused on her titanic tits. Karen Moon had been blessed with impossibly generous genes. Her breasts were not only large, as big as her head, if not bigger, but also perky. They defied logic. They answered prayers. Top them off with rosy pink nipples, perfectly placed on each mound, like the cherries on top of the treats that were her tits, and Karen had by far the best pair of breasts on the Internet. Likely the world.
It should be noted that there was one other aspect of Karen, herself, that drew people's attention, and that was the fact that she looked nearly identical to the world-famous super heroine, Power Girl, breasts and all. Though some maintained Power Girl's were bigger. Whether or not she actually
was
Power Girl was a hotly debated topic. However, where Power Girl had soothing blue eyes and an unmarked face, Karen Moon had striking green eyes and a beauty mark below the right corner of her lips. Certainly, no one could fake those features. Plus, do you really think someone would do that? Just go on the Internet and
lie
? Didn't think so. As for if she was actually Karen Starr, successful businesswoman? Who the fuck cares?
You've been caught!
The first line of her video's description on her website.
After school, Karen, the toughest, hottest, and
bustiest
girl in school, pushes you into an empty classroom and confronts you.
There was more text, but no one needed to read beyond that to get interested. Hell, no one needed to read the any text to want to download. Karen specialized in jerk-off-instruction (JOI) videos, often focusing on the worshiping of her breasts. Obviously. It wasn't a kink that normally attracted everyone. When it came to Moon's moons, however, everyone was interested.
The video opened with a black screen with the sound of someone slamming against a locker. As the video faded in, the cameraman, and, for all intents and purposes,
you
, was staring directly at Karen's stupendous mounds. They were rising and falling quickly with Karen's intense, heated breathing. The faded black metal band t-shirt she wore accomplished almost nothing in terms of modesty. It was being stretched to the limit. So much so that Karen had clearly cut a vertical line into the neckline of the men's t-shirt to allow herself some breathing room, and for it to fit over her jugs at all. More specifically, to allow her
tits
some breathing room. Room they seemed ill-fitted for as they pressed together with every inhale, lifting just slightly above the confines of her shirt, only to fall back down with every exhale.
"Eyes up here, pervo," came Karen's strict, domineering voice. In almost all her videos Karen played the dominant one, the aggressor. Through amazing willpower, the view was panned up toward her face. Her messily kept bangs hung over her eyes. The strands were like bars in front of her verdant hues, and with a curt puff of air sent from between her snarling, plump, lips, her eyes were freed to stare every dagger she had at you. With fuming anger, Karen looked left and right and determined the conversation needed to happen with privacy. With fuming strength, she grabbed you and shoved you into the nearest classroom.
Stumbling, you were seated down in one of the four desks in the non-descript classroom. It was a typical porn set classroom. Entirely too few chairs, a pressboard teacher's desk with office chair, and a wheeled in dry erase board with crude and lewd stick figures and the words "Human Sexuality 101." Karen likely had the funds to pay for a better set, but there was a charm in something so bare bones and, frankly, inaccurate.
Suddenly Karen slammed her hands down onto your desk, laying flat as her arms pushed up straight to her shoulders. The act had the unintended, for her character anyway, effect of pushing her sizable assets together, making her cleavage tighter and more inviting.
"Alright, punk," the obviously punk-themed Karen said, "hand them over!"
"..." There was a pause after her demand, intended to act as
you
, the viewer, to answer her without having the cameraman actually answer her. The same concept behind voiceless protagonists in video games. Or the pauses between questions in an episode of
Blue's Clues.
Also, it meant less lines to write and act out.
"You know what!" Karen barked, thrusting her body forward suddenly and angrily, shaking her tits. She was practically begging you to break eye contact. "The pictures you took. I want 'em!" According to the cameraman, your willpower is not Green Lantern levels of powerful, as the view began to pan down to her chest. They looked impossibly creamy. The whiteness of her skin was heightened by her black, and blessedly small, t-shirt. An enjoyable moment, but one Karen the punk wouldn't let you enjoy. Only two seconds after dropping, Karen forced the view back up to her face.
"Are you kidding? Even now you're perving out on me?" She accused. Who could blame you? Honestly there wasn't an inch of her body you couldn't look and not get excited. Juicy, full, lips. Thick eyeliner framing her large, emerald, eyes. Even her arms had the perfect balance of strength and femininity. There was clear muscle definition in them, and the rest of her body, without being overbearing. She clearly carried strength of both personality and body.
Clearly having no desire of to have keep your eyes up to hers all day, Karen turned back toward the teacher's desk to grab the chair. As she walked away, you got a better view of the rest of her outfit. Dark jeans with holes ripped on the thighs. There was even one just below her ass, giving off the slightest hint of the bottom curve of her bottom. She wore a belt, though it was clearly for show, as it wasn't fitted through the loops. It was wide, black, with silver studs. It hung loosely on her wide hips, hanging below the right hip while sitting on top of the left. A pair of dirty black combat boots completed the tough girl ensemble.
When she came back with the chair, Karen sat down abruptly, giving her chest one or two bounces before settling. Now she sat against the desk same as you, her arms folded under her tits, pushing them up. Karen the actress knew what she was doing, though you could infer that Karen the character didn't. It would be extra hard to keep that view from panning South. At least you, the viewer, could enjoy looking at them all you wanted.
"Now tell me where the pictures are," she reminded you.
"..."
"You know damn well what pictures. The pictures you took of
me
!" Karen clarified. "You weren't exactly subtle. Track, volleyball, swim team. Practice or meets, you were there, snapping photos of
me
," she emphasized again, making it clear she knew you were there for one reason only.
"..."
"Photography club?" Karen pushed her bangs away with her breath dismissively. "Right, and I'm 'sure' you just 'coincidentally' always ended up taking pictures of 'my clubs,' right?" She was making liberal use of air quotes, and not always correctly. "Whatever," she said with a huff. "I'm used to everyone
leering
at me anyway." A moment of vulnerability before Karen's eyes shot back at yours, narrowed with focused rage. "That doesn't give you the right to take pictures of me sunbathing in my backyard!"
"..."
"Yea, that's right," Karen replied to the implied panicked reaction with a snicker. "You weren't exactly subtle then, either. I just figured you were some perv getting his rocks off by watching me get some sun for my girls," she admitted, thrusting her chest out a bit to unnecessarily clarify what she was referring to. "Y'know, logging away those
mental
pictures for the ol' spank bank."
"..."
"Don't play dumb. I know it was you." Her tone shifted from annoyed anger to seductive arousal. "Watching me rub that
creamy
, white, cocoa butter all over my body. In fact, I bet you busted right then and there when I squeezed some several inches above my chest, right below my collar bone." If the cameraman had been allowed to gulp, he would have. "You couldn't tear your eyes away from the lotion as it careened down my
chest,
between my
breasts
