As you can imagine, I get asked about my breasts on a regular basis. Whether they admit it or not, it’s probably the first thing most people notice about me, regardless of their being male or female. The funny thing is that other women are definitely the most curious. Even in public, they often can’t contain themselves from abruptly asking “Are your boobs real?” I can’t help but retort with a quip of the NOYFB variety such as “Define real?” or “If by real you mean really fabulous, then that’s rather obvious, isn’t it?”

It doesn’t really bother me when women simply ask about them, it’s the jealousy that I can see written all over their faces and inflected in their body language as they attempt to procure my attention in hopes of having a full on conversation about them that grows a bit tiresome for me. Women can be so petty and needy, it’s ridiculous. I admit that I take pride in their feelings of inferiority when they are near me. What woman wouldn’t feel a bit insignificant when put up against a divine beauty of my magnitude?  Oddly, I pity them a bit too, it must be quite a slap in the face witnessing firsthand that I have so much more to offer the opposite sex than they do.

I have always preferred the company of men. Men are so much more straightforward and genuine. They never hesitate to show their attraction or appreciation. I consider displaying my tits the very least I can do for the men of the world. Besides, It arouses me to no end knowing that my girls are capable of making cocks everywhere rise up and salute them!

Most men could care less if they are real or not. Being able to suck on them, reaching up to squeeze them while I’m riding their cock, or simply being able to see them bounce when I’m wearing a tight top – that’s real enough for them.

So in the end, does it even really matter if they were “enhanced” or not? Would that make them any less beautiful or commanding?

Just look at my gorgeous tits and I’m sure you will cum to your own conclusions.



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