
Tommy Pistol sits there staring at his blank screen, deadline breathing down his neck. Lollypop struts in, tits looking like they might bust free any second. She reminds him the script's due tomorrow. He groans, says the block won't budge. She asks what the flick's about. He tells her it's all about huge boobs. Then he clocks her cleavage and a filthy grin spreads across his face. If she bounced those knockers, maybe the words would come. She smirks, grabs them, and starts a slow, heavy bounce. His cock twitches under the desk. She clocks the tent and purrs that maybe what he needs is to fuck them. Next thing, her top is gone, those fat tits bouncing around his shaft while he pumps between them like the script just wrote itself.
Tommy Pistol sits there staring at his blank screen, deadline breathing down his neck. Lollypop struts in, tits looking like they might bust free any second. She reminds him the script's due tomorrow. He groans, says the block won't budge. She asks what the flick's about. He tells her it's all about huge boobs. Then he clocks her cleavage and a filthy grin spreads across his face. If she bounced those knockers, maybe the words would come. She smirks, grabs them, and starts a slow, heavy bounce. His cock twitches under the desk. She clocks the tent and purrs that maybe what he needs is to fuck them. Next thing, her top is gone, those fat tits bouncing around his shaft while he pumps between them like the script just wrote itself.