Her Personal Bra Salesman!

Some careers make sense right away. Bras aren’t going anywhere, and every so often a guy like Totti scores an emergency fitting for Eva Notty. Those 34I’s don’t sit on store shelves, so a custom job’s the only move. Eva’s already smiling when he walks in. She likes the way he looks, so she tugs him close and feeds him those heavy tits—mouth, hands, everything. She drops to her knees next, works his cock until it’s slick and ready, then slides it straight into the deep warm valley between her breasts. Totti lines her up on all fours, slides in deep, then flips her on top to watch those tits bounce while she rides. Spooning follows, but she keeps swinging back to suck him clean between positions, polishing that thick shaft on the couch, on the floor, wherever they land. When he finally blows, it’s a thick ropey finish straight across her chest—the kind of mess that makes waiting for a custom bra almost worth it.