“I was on the swim team when I was 13, but as soon as I got breasts, I quit,” said Desirae. “Because of my breasts I didn’t do anything. If I didn’t have these, I’d probably be an Olympic swimmer or something athletic because I do like sports. By the time I was in high school I was so caught up in trying to hide them, I wouldn’t do anything that would draw attention to them, and that meant no sports.” Today, Desirae is proud of her boobies and we are the lucky recipients of that pride.
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Tea Time!
For those of you who think that sitting down and having tea is probably the most-boring thing in the world, we would like to offer up this exciting tidbit: Apparently, drinking tea makes Christy horny. (Although at this point we think just about everything makes this lusty busty babe horny….) She claims that she gets excited because the hot beverage makes her feel warm all over. We can buy into that and add that we think she just likes to pour honey all over her hooters and lick it off. Regardless of what the reason is, if Christy ever wanted to sit for tea with us, we’d make sure that we buttered her muffin.
Chocolate Sundae…With A Cherry On Top!
Chocolate Sundae…With A Cherry On Top!
This photo set was lensed in the SCORE kitchen where employees make their lunch. It was sealed off so Chloe and her photographer Peter could make a huge mess with every kind of food substance they could lay their hands on. Staffers tried to peek in for a look but it was too difficult. Besides, Chloe doesn’t care for on-lookers when she poses. They had to wait for the pictures like everyone else. Later on, they commented about how much they liked the spontaneous, naturalistic type of photography that digital helps to foster compared to the formalized, lengthy glamour shoots done for mags. Looking back, it’s a shame no one recorded this session on video. But Monday-morning quarterbacking is easy to do.
Take It Office
Working for a living can be tough. Doing the morning drive, sweating it out from nine to five. But what if, every morning, there by the water cooler, stood a vision of mammary magnificence called Kelly Kay. A stacked stunner who doesn’t mind you peeking down her shirt or up her skirt. Sadly, that kind of behavior can earn you a pink slip in no time. But here, staring at our girl’s gazongas is encouraged.