One of the perks of being a full figured beauty, is having natural full figured boobies. They are such an asset to my life. Like the silver lining in not being a size 6. But honestly, I don’t care about being skinny. I rock my body and my curves. This morning, for example, I may have lost sight of how fast I was going as I was jamming out to some Tom Petty on the radio. Next thing I know, I see sirens in my rear view window. Oops me bad. Officer Hottie asks me if I know how fast I was going.
Why do they always ask that? If I knew that, you wouldn’t have pulled me over. I smile and apologize, but it is clear he is intent on writing that ticket, so I take off my jacket, revealing ample cleavage and I sigh. The sigh makes my boobs heave and always get the right kind of attention. Officer Hottie took off his sunglasses, always a good sign, and looked straight at my chest. I did the little subtle, shirt tug so a boob popped out.
I could see the outline of his fat cock through his pants. I looked at him and said, “Maybe I can help you and you help me?” I then unzipped his pants, releasing his trouser snake and sucked him off. I even put it in between my big tits and let him cum on my face. Worth it to get out of $150 a reckless driving charge plus the points on my license. I have no shame. If I can use my boobs to my advantage, why not, right?