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The Connoisseur.

“I’m a breast man
plain and simple.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep…breast
is best…

I love the
way they
look,
the way
they feel.
Big, small,
firm, soft
and all that
goes in
between…”

“Mmm?”

“Yeah…
drooping,
sagging,
pert, turning up…
big nipples,
little nipples,
soft, hard,
pink, brown,
whatever…
I love tits.”

He continues.

“I love the way
they move…
the way they
rise and fall…
swaying,
bouncing all
over the
place.”

He looks over
his left shoulder
then leans 
close to me.

“I love to
fuck them
too.”

“So what?”

“Well nothing…
I just love to
do it…

they’re so
versatile.”

“What about the
other bits?”

I ask.

“I know…
legs…fine,
arses…fine,
faces…fine,
brains and all
that other
stuff…fine,
but you can’t
beat breasts
for all round
satisfaction…
but that’s
just my
personal
opinion.”

And who
was I to
disagree.

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