Psh, that’s what keeps my foot from being broken? Honestly, I’m probably topless more often than wearing clothes. You want it, you got it. “Okay, fine! Fine! Just…please, don’t break my fucking foot. Jesus Christ…” I mutter, and then wiggle to remove my top, my enormous breasts wobbling free as I toss my top to the side.
With my sweaty tits bouncing and free, and look back up at you and say, “There. Happy?”