It was back at HQ of Big Tit Inc in East Java that Jack praised the new recruit.
His hands were acting on instructions from his smaller head down under and groped those gorgeous mounds of female flesh.
Rebecca obliged by pretending to be offended and jiggling those luscious jugs some more for a pure feminine effect.
I'm not very good at describing female apparel, my expertise is taking their clothes off. I'm getting better at the bra strap. But if I were to describe, I'd say she was wearing tight khaki shorts and a light cotton import t-shirt from Bangladesh. The type of t-shirt that lets the boobs breath while hugging them pretty snugly.
'Have you ever considered being a fashion designer,' said Max.
We were outside at the Blue Lagoon, enjoying the tropical sun.
It's always a perfect day in East Java, even in the monsoon season.
There's always a promise of exotic things to come.
Underneath Rebecca's white shirt was a pink bikini. I could tell because I could see the transparent strap over her shoulders and her long thick nipples that were begging for liberation.
'You mean this,' said the 24-year-old from Cebu who then leisurely proceeded to take her shorts and top off, licking her lips the whole time and then casually walking to the pool, everything went in slow motion, we wanted that five meters walk to last forever, and when she eventually arrived, she dived in.
It was when she breaststroked back to the side of the pool was when we got to see her full splendor. It had to be another natural wonder of the world.
I was wearing a white t-shirt myself. My guts was spilling out of it.
I was the last person Rebecca would want to hug.
When she got out of the pool her boobs heaved under the pink bikini.
Her nipples were perky and standing to two-inch attention.
The straps were at capacity supporting the weight of her love jugs and I could see little red strain lines forming around her slim shoulders.
She walked back towards the table.
Max had his tongue out.
Jack was tugging under the table.
She walked those five meters slowly. She swayed her Cebu hips.
The pink underpants hugged her like her skin.
The camel toe was winking at me.
'Come here babe,' she said to me.
I did as I was told.
She hugged me.
Chest to chest as they say.
She wiggled in my embrace and planted her mouth on mine.
Her nipples were penetrating my chest, aroused either from the quick dip or my manliness.
I was in titty heaven.
'You are officially hired,' said Jack, so make yourself at home.
'And we might have another mission for you,' piped in Max, who didn't dare stand up.
He was concealing a hard-on.
We were a tormented bunch under the Java sun.
But someone had to save the world.
We were selfless like that.
His hands were acting on instructions from his smaller head down under and groped those gorgeous mounds of female flesh.
Rebecca obliged by pretending to be offended and jiggling those luscious jugs some more for a pure feminine effect.
I'm not very good at describing female apparel, my expertise is taking their clothes off. I'm getting better at the bra strap. But if I were to describe, I'd say she was wearing tight khaki shorts and a light cotton import t-shirt from Bangladesh. The type of t-shirt that lets the boobs breath while hugging them pretty snugly.
'Have you ever considered being a fashion designer,' said Max.
We were outside at the Blue Lagoon, enjoying the tropical sun.
It's always a perfect day in East Java, even in the monsoon season.
There's always a promise of exotic things to come.
Underneath Rebecca's white shirt was a pink bikini. I could tell because I could see the transparent strap over her shoulders and her long thick nipples that were begging for liberation.
'You mean this,' said the 24-year-old from Cebu who then leisurely proceeded to take her shorts and top off, licking her lips the whole time and then casually walking to the pool, everything went in slow motion, we wanted that five meters walk to last forever, and when she eventually arrived, she dived in.
It was when she breaststroked back to the side of the pool was when we got to see her full splendor. It had to be another natural wonder of the world.
I was wearing a white t-shirt myself. My guts was spilling out of it.
I was the last person Rebecca would want to hug.
When she got out of the pool her boobs heaved under the pink bikini.
Her nipples were perky and standing to two-inch attention.
The straps were at capacity supporting the weight of her love jugs and I could see little red strain lines forming around her slim shoulders.
She walked back towards the table.
Max had his tongue out.
Jack was tugging under the table.
She walked those five meters slowly. She swayed her Cebu hips.
The pink underpants hugged her like her skin.
The camel toe was winking at me.
'Come here babe,' she said to me.
I did as I was told.
She hugged me.
Chest to chest as they say.
She wiggled in my embrace and planted her mouth on mine.
Her nipples were penetrating my chest, aroused either from the quick dip or my manliness.
I was in titty heaven.
'You are officially hired,' said Jack, so make yourself at home.
'And we might have another mission for you,' piped in Max, who didn't dare stand up.
He was concealing a hard-on.
We were a tormented bunch under the Java sun.
But someone had to save the world.
We were selfless like that.
