I couldn't help but notice mommy bra strap near snapping from the colossal magnitude of your sloppy, giant, curvy, perky, lactosious breaticular boobs. Your fun sized blazing bazinga bazookas, your money making bosomous bing bongs. I bet they must be spewing with milk constantly, much like the velocity of Niagara falls: fast, dangerous, yet sexy and provocative. I can only hope to experience the true weight and glory of your gargantuan, epic, splendiferous milky mommy breasty boobies one day.
