Roxi Red explained how she likes her immense, natural boobs handled and played with. JMac calls them “fuckin’ glorious!”
“I like them touched gently,” said Roxi, who doesn’t like them treated roughly. “A little touch with your tongue. They’re very heavy, about thirteen pounds apiece. Do you want to touch them?” As he lifts and palms them, JMac admits Roxi’s got the biggest tits he’s ever played with. They wobble in his hands. Roxi looks amused. She’s used to the shocked expression on every guy’s face.
“I got measured,” Roxi said. “I’m a 44 double-J.” Hooter heaven! Roxi jiggles her glorious orbs. JMac helps her take off her top and puts his head in her lap. Roxi buries his face in her tit-flesh. Each boob is bigger than his head.
“Can you breathe?” Roxi asks, laughing. They stand up and move over to a table with a scale and a tape measure. JMac wants the numbers of this Amazonian superwoman. After Roxi’s tits have been weighed and measured every which way, it’s time to bone in an epic match. There is a lot of tit-fucking after their experiments.
