"I know, I know, I know, 'more than a mouthful is waste.' But I want 'em, I want big boobies."
She had her hands out in front of her chest like she was holding up a couple of bowling balls. It was a conversation we had all the time. Miss Tiny Tits didn't think her Double A's were sexy, and I got hard just thinking about them. We'd been sexing it up together for over a year and there was nothing we hadn't done, and nothing her small breasts kept us from doing. At least, to my way of fucking. And right now, this minute, she was naked on top with my cock deep inside her and she'd just stuck her gorgeous nipple inside my mouth when she just stopped. It was always a sign she was thinking her boobs were to small.
"I want giant headlights. My nipples should be huge. Don't you want my nipples to be huge?"
No. And that was completely ignoring the fact that her thimbles were, in fact, huge. As large as the proverbial pencil erasers. And with her size they looked even huge-er. She meant the brown parts, her aureoles, which actually were mini. Which made her rosebuds look even sexier to me. She wanted them to be the size of saucers, covering half her jugs. Admittedly, they'd look hot too, but pretty much any way she looked would be hot to me. I loved her for sure, but I loved how racy she was too, how she was up for anything all the time. It seemed like with her my erections never had a minute to soften up.
"They should be hanging down, like udders, smothering your face so you can't even gasp. I want bazooms."
Mind you, I love her breasts just the way they are (cue the song). They're cute, they're tempting, and they're provocative. You know, sexy. One of my favorite moments is when she unbuttoning her blouse, or stripping off a T-shirt. What's she wearing? A bra (rarely) or nothing? Will I see those mosquito bites or wait a bit more? And you know she knows I'm looking. She finds all kinds of different ways to slowly unveil the goods, only too aware that if all goes according to plan I'll be straining in my underpants the second her chiquitas are free.
A woman with heavy hangers takes them for granted, she doesn't really work it to get a man excited. She carelessly undresses, knowing every male had been interested in what was underneath since they were maybe twelve, so why wouldn't you? Oh, the burden! She dresses with cleavage, then whine that everyone was staring at her "girls." Or she wears a thin bra with a thinner shirt and tells you to shut up if you mention her hard blinkers are showing. Once she's nude she poses for you all sexed up if you insist, holding her pillows jutting out, but drops them down just as fast when she's bored, and goes back to whatever she was doing. If you whisper you're turned on by her plumpers, so let's get down, shes strips and spreads fast enough, but with a resigned look that says "all you men are the same."
The babes with the bee stings work it harder, work them hotter, work it out so you not only get hot, you get off.
