At reaching an F-cup, Jennifer's parents had started to worry about back issues, and taken her to a doctor for recommendations about a reduction. She'd viciously fought against the possibility, though mostly out of a rebellious urge rather than any real sense of pride in her chest, and so instead of surgery had instead been given a strict exercise routine to strengthen her core. Every day since then, Jennifer had worked out diligently to maintain a strong abdomen and lower back, and as a result had never experienced so much as a twinge of backache from her breasts. As an added 'side effect' of her daily workout, she also maintained a healthy weight with ease, staying fit and energetic all through her life. Now an adult, her body had filled out into a real top-heavy curve, with wide hips that were still overshadowed by her ridiculously massive bust. Though she'd finished growing, she'd had to begin buying specialty N-cup bras to hold her chest in check, each firm, high breast fully larger than her head. If she lifted her tits up with her arms, she didn't even have to bend her neck to desi bring her puffy pink nipples within reach of her own lips. Reaching a count of forty in her head, Jennifer shifted to the next pose. Her arms spread out in a 'T', one pointed ahead of her, the other behind. Her legs were to stay in the same position as the previous pose, though she shifted from her left leg being in front, instead stretching it behind and bending her right leg before her, knee making a nearly 90 degree angle. Having her arms pointed forward and back like this made her torso twist slightly to the side, one bicep pressing against the side of her voluptuous breast. The bare skin was couple tight and firm, noticeably hotter than the flesh of her arm. She shivered in arousal, then started to count again. With such perfect and oversized breasts, Jennifer had been the object of intense male attention ever since freshman year. Naturally shy, she'd rejected the advances of her classmates for a indian long time, going so far as to shun public socializing almost completely outside of school. Instead, she had turned to the internet for her social needs, immersing herself in many cultures and hobbies, learning about things online while meeting a lot of new people. For the most part this had been a very good experience, and had helped her to avoid the stress and embarrassment of being constantly ogled, her online friends having no clue about her extreme endowment. However, in all her browsing, she had also come across something that every young person soon finds online. Pornography. Down that rabbit hole had come an exposure to ideas and kinks that the young Jennifer had never dreamed of in her wildest pubescent fantasies. She saw her first cock in high-definition detail, wide eyes taking it in upon her screen. In videos and pictures, she found women with breasts even larger than her own, giving her a certain sense of security in knowing she wasn't the only one in the world who was so extremely endowed. As she continued to browse, she had homed in on the things that turned her on most, finding them from amid the limitless spectrum of debauchery available online. Certain fetishes attracted her over and over, slowly sticking to her growing sexuality and becoming integral parts of it. Unsurprisingly, these kinks had all homemade focused heavily upon her breasts. It was time to reposition again. Knowing her routine by heart, Jennifer felt a faint sense of trepidation, fully expecting this pose to be the hardest 40 seconds of her day. Straightening up, she carefully moved her entire body into a long vertical line, arms upraised and legs together. Then, precariously balancing on one foot, she tilted her torso forward and one leg back, until her entire body was a sex lopsided 'T' shape with her pelvis forming the juncture. The position made the wet fabric of her yoga pants rub up against her pantiless pussy, and her heavy breasts threatened to pull her off balance as they hung. Her supporting leg trembled, making her chest jiggle and causing little waves of pain to move through her, which in turn sent shivers of arousal up her spine. Jennifer let herself begin to moan as she held the pose, softly and repetitively, focusing on the throbbing in her chest and pussy. A current of pain and pleasure sparked between them like negative and positive terminals on a battery, surging with each beat of her heart. It was impossible to count how many times over her life she'd cum to a video of breast abuse, watching a girl with tits like hers getting them beaten and bruised, pierced or cut, whipped or tied. Some of this she'd carefully tried on herself while alone. These experiments had quickly lead her to discover something about herself, a revelation that appeared in her mind as she choked on cries of pain, tears running down her cheeks while she came harder than she ever had in her life. While she'd known she was a masochist almost as soon as she'd found BDSM porn, she'd learned that hurting her tits turned her on like nothing else. Perhaps because of the sexual attention they garnered, her breasts had become something obscene in her mind, a nexus for all her perverted desires and feelings. Her voice was familiar. I got her hot and just about desi to have an orgasm, then I stopped. "Really. Besides, you don’t need to go to school anymore, you’re with us from now on.” Oh that’s reassuring! It was amazing. She seems more than a little intoxicated. I gathered it off her face while she moaned. I really enjoyed sex with them, fumbling around in the backseat or secret meetings behind the bleachers. "The big three?" Please forgive me, Your Holiness! We had a party, got to know each other, had a little too much to drink. So given these horrible homemade background circumstances surrounding his entire joke real of a marriage to his ex-wife, it's quite understandable that Bill wanted Lisa to get an abortion. “Your body can no longer provide what I need to couple sex continue my evolution.” “Ben,” the older man said, “go and get a indian toilet cistern valve out of the van, a bottom entry one.”