02-04-2014, 03:58 PM
I had been under the same "breasts hard as a rock" impression from reading reports (admittedly, minority reports) of others that had met Chelsea. Then, the first time I saw her bounce onstage, I knew for sure they couldn't be that hard since they seemed to float up-and-down and side-to-side with her every movement. Not 30 seconds into her act, she zeroed in on me to interact with (Why me? No clue...maybe cause I was the oldest or biggest or best looking. Who knows but CC?). Still fully clothed, she jammed her huge bosom into my joyous face. Her hands went behind my head to keep it firmly in place. My hands immediately cupped those massive funbags on both sides. I was overwhelmed by all the sudden sensory imput..the glorious smell of her person...the not so gentle swaying of her body...her soft sexy voice ("Are we having fun yet?")...but, most of all, the softness and sheer bulk of that glorious sweater meat. I'm getting hard just thinking about it!
All too soon I had to let go as she started backing away. I smiled and said, "Thanks! I've been waiting 14 years for that!" She laughed and leaned forward, giving me one last bump in the face before heading for the next gjuy.
Hard? No fuckin' way!
All too soon I had to let go as she started backing away. I smiled and said, "Thanks! I've been waiting 14 years for that!" She laughed and leaned forward, giving me one last bump in the face before heading for the next gjuy.
Hard? No fuckin' way!