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Hey,
today’s Boob Girl was an exotic dancer, as strippers call themselves these days. No, I’m not a regular in strip clubs but tonight I had to go, my old friend Bill is getting married and we had to give him a last party, for the sake of the old times. So, okay, we went to Velvet Roses, so is the place called. I immediately spotted a black panther, dancing at the corner of the stage. She was in red bikini, and had glowing red hair, probably a wig. Her ebony skin shone from baby oil she was busily rubbing on her tummy. Then she moved on to her breasts and I saw her nipples harden under the soft fabric. They pointed out, nearly stabbing the bikini top. Later on I got to see her boobs from a closer angle and noticed two little scars… oh no, silicone, I thought. This ruined my image of hers… Still, that nipple play…
Six points from ten!
C. B.

Hey,
wanna hear about today’s Boob Girl? It’s kinda weird story, but true. I had to take my kids to the funfair and I agreed with my ex-wife that their au pair would come over and take them home after that. As I remebered, this au pair was an ugly Polish girl, with large teeth and bony body structure. So nothing of a nice sight, really. My surprise was really big when the NEW au pair arrived, a bit later than the agreed time. She was a thirty-something brunette, with long hair and long, purple skirt. She was wearing a loose top and no bra. I’m 100% sure about this because later I lightly touched her back during out conversation. Her breast were fine, I can tell you that, really perky, standing out high, I even thought they are not natural but later rejected this idea. Because I had time to think about them, believe me… all night long in my bed, while having a hard-on….
Nine points from ten!
C.B.

Hey,
today’s Boob Girl was a teen from the local drive-in fast food restaurant. It was really early in the morning and I only wanted my morning coffee to wake up, really. So I drove thru, ordered my coffee and waited. The girl at the counter turned around, smiled at me (I started to wake up!) and when my eyes slid on her shirt I noticed her upper buttons were loose, revealing two handsome heaps of bare flesh… By this time I was fully awake, and could not take my eyes off her breasts. She probably noticed my growing excitement and gave me an excited smile. All the way to my office I fantasized about her, what if I could step into her booth, rip her shirt open, grab her tits with both hands and bury my head into her joyous bosom…
Seven points from ten!
C.B.

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Hey,
yet another Boob Girl – it seems I live in a lucky area, because today I seen the best young mother walking with her toddler. She was in her late twenies, I guess, and all in all, she was really sporty. She wore short hair and sporty clothes and I could see there’s nothing wrong with her figure, I mean pregnancy hasn’t ruined it at all.But her boobs! They were enormous! At once I wanted to touch them to feel the weight, to squeeze them to see if there’s still mother’s milk in them. To see the little beads of milk sitting on top of the nipples…
Nine points from ten! Watch more sexy busty girls at BustyFever.com!
C.B.

Hey,
let me share today’s Boob Girl with you. I was standing in the post office, fucking long queue, it seems every old lady had something to do with the postal service today. And there she was, amongst the rest of the middle-aged women and old mummies… She wore pink, her hair was blonde. She was tall, probably that’s why I noticed her at once. I could hardly wait to see her turn around. I waited for long minutes… and there! She did it, her cleavage hiding two superb boobs. I tried to imagine her nipples as well, she probably had huge, dark ones. Yummie!
Eight points from ten!
C.B.

Hey,
my name is Captain Boobs… hehehe, don’t laugh, only my friends call me this way. Okay, it’s probably not too hard to figure out that I’m the boob man-type, you know, who first glimpses to a lady’s breasts before actually looking in her eyes. I can’t help it, it’s just so. This is a kind of devotion for me, because I do not only adore enormous breasts but I started to collect the best boob-babes ever, to celebrate the utmost feminine form. This small (but growing) collection is my tribute to boobs.
Bye,
Captain Boobs aka C. B.