
Jennifer Tilly is in St. Tropez doing some poker thing or something. I don’t care why she’s there. I do care very much about her boobs. She has such humongous natural boobs and I’ve always wanted to play with them. Just once. I don’t think I could be trusted to be cool about it though. I’d spark up a conversation and be my fun self, and she’d like me, then after a couple drinks I’d ask if I could touch her boobs, and she’d be cool with it because I’m a girl. Then I’d jiggle them and smack ‘em together, and squish ‘em and bury my face in ‘em, and start singing to them, then Jennifer would start to get uncomfortable because I’d have crossed the line at that point and didn’t know when to let go. Then she’d try to run away and I’d still be hanging on to her breasts, and she’d drag me around trying to kick me off her, and she’d scream for help. Then I’d get arrested and draw pictures of her boobs on my cell wall, and I’d mail letters to her boobs from jail proposing marriage to them, and tell them to dump Jennifer Tilly because she’s all wrong for them, and then I’d kill myself when they didn’t write back. On second thought, I don’t think it’d be a very good idea to play with Jennifer Tilly’s boobs.
Keywords: Bikini, Boobs, Hot, Jennifer Tilly
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