Huge Tits A different pair for each night of the
Newly single at 32, I went on a big tits rampage. I’d spent years with a set of D cups but throughout the relationship I’d harboured an increasing desire to get hold of some really big ones. By the time I moved away from my ex, this had become a need. Once I was living alone again, the idea was simple: to search out the biggest, heaviest juggs I could find. Age, race, or body size never mattered to me. I didn’t care how fat the woman in question was, only the amount of titmeat she had hanging...