My friends, I like boobs...
No, friends, I love boobs!
I love big boobs.
I love small boobs.
I love medium boobs.
I love nipples, areolae, love them clothed and naked, and retreats.
Boobs in bras, in t-shirts, in sweaters, in bikinis, in baggy coats, in one piece bathing suits, in suits, in pasties and stickers, I love all forms of clothes for them that can be sewn upon this earth.
I love burying my face in them and motorboating them until I get a concussion and my mind is nothing but thunder.
My dick leaps with joy whenever she lifts up her top and they flop out with a cute bounce. And there is nothing like the sensation of wrapping two milky udders around your cock. And the feeling that comes when you sucking her nipples like a baby, only for her to wrap her arms around you, is such an exquisite feeling.
Like when a group of sorority girls flash you from a tour bus across the street. It moves me deep within my pants to watch a milf letting a young man suckle while she keeps stroking him over and over across his long milked boner.
The sight of a so-called straight woman groping her best friend from behind is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing than the sounds made by your oshi in heat, screaming in pleasure as her nipples are pinched and tugged as far as they’ll go!
When a flat chested girl is insecure of her size, only to have them worshiped and played with by her lesbian lover, smushed against DD-cup bombshells, I'm in ecstasy.
I love it when my sperm is loosed by a busty Russian bimbo. It's so sad to see all the potential children and futures I was supposed to be contributing to, being laid to waste, all those possible sons and daughters being forgotten in my tissues.
I love to be squashed under the cleavage of the British and American whores. The humiliation as I nut like common vermin, smothered under the udders laying overhead.
