I like to imagine her as a bridesmaid, wearing a pink dress just like the others. Only, something’s different about Jessica. She grabbed the most attention on wedding day, much to the chagrin of the bride. But what could she do? The dress was designed to show very little cleavage when worn by women with normal proportions.
Alas, Jessica’s breasts were not normal by any stretch of the imagination. It was a task just getting them into this thing and her flesh seemed to rise out of it, looking for any unoccupied space available. Her enormous boobs pushed at the material in every direction and those little shoulder straps were in danger of tearing away and revealing her assets in all their wonderful glory.
Try as they might, the male guests at the wedding had no luck in looking her straight in the face when talking. Despite those beautiful, big blue eyes, their gaze was drawn to the massive mountains of breast flesh staring them in the face. Wild thoughts immediately ran through their minds: If I could only bury my face between those tits… put my throbbing cock between them… sliding it up and down as she licked the tip.
She felt bad for the bride, but she loved the attention her breasts got her. Feeling mischievous, she was thinking of slipping into something even more revealing for the after party that night. She conspired to leave very little to the imagination with a plunging neckline and form-hugging top. If the men thought she was a sight now, just wait.