The enjoyable and skillful Cheryl Blossom conducts a symphony of tits, her harmonious boobs making that unmistakable, ravishing, enjoyable sound of two larger than run of the mill, heavy mangos clashing adore cymbals.
In normal or slow motion, Cheryl claps on and claps off in tune with the sound of the daybed frame knocking on every gravity-defying bounce. Her twins swing love a pendulum, they bounce love she is on a trampoline. A dousing of baby oil creates the slippery areola 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 do not think that in order to draw attention to my pantoons, I’ve to wear something particular.”
Cheryl assigned ratings to her body in a previous scene. “Number four is for my stomach. Number 3 is for my booty. I do not think I have a beloved boob, but since I must resolve, number 2 is my left boob and number one is my right boob. So my big wobblers are numbers one and two.”