The lovely and talented Cheryl Blossom conducts a symphony of boobs, her harmonious hooters making that unmistakable, sweet, sweet sound of two big, heavy tits clashing like cymbals.
In normal or slow motion, Cheryl claps on and claps off in tune with the sound of the bed frame knocking on every gravity-defying bounce. Her twins swing like a pendulum, they bounce like she’s on a trampoline. A dousing of baby oil creates the slippery nipple effect.
“Earlier, I tried to hide the size of my chest to feel more comfortable. Now I like to wear things with a neckline. I don’t think that in order to draw attention to my breasts, I need to wear something special.”
Cheryl assigned ratings to her body in a previous scene. “Number four is for my belly. Number three is for my ass. I don’t think I have a favorite boob, but since I have to decide, number two is my left boob and number one is my right boob. So my big boobs are numbers one and two.”