Yep. I motorboated my friends sister behind the bar at the bar she works at; she's crazy skinny but has huge tits. She liked it, I liked it and my friend wasn't too impressed with us. Neither were all the dudes waiting for a drink. Other news, the Tron soundtrack is pretty fucking gnarly. If you can get it, take a listen.
A girl friend of mine has a nice rack, and she got motorboated by another drunk girl (who also had a nice rack) at a blues club. No warning, just a full-on motorboat while we were waiting to get our jackets from the coat check. My friend loved it, and returned the favour. It was awesome.
Oh yes. One time I asked an ex to smell my perfume. He bent down and pretended his was going to smell it but proceeded to stick his face in my cleavage and motorboat away instead.
Are you saying you don't apply any to your cleavage? I've never met a woman (who has cleavage), who doesn't. He just picked an alternate, non-typical (but way more fun) sniffing location.
Ok so I can see how this would fall into the 'fun' or 'funny' category, but it's just that right? I just cannot understand how or why this would be a turn on/pleasure. And for the record, my cleavage smells divine.
Boobs are more awesome than Thanksgiving wrapped in every other Holiday combined. As for motorboating, I dont know about the Wedding Crashers style that kind of replicates the act of blowing on a babies tummy (but just as magical). I take my motorboating style from the porn classic Jiggly Queens. Squeeze boobs together, stick out tongue like ravenous wolf, move head side to side in rapid fashion to lick each nipple. Rinse repeat.
When did you EVER look at a pair of tits and even consider what they smelled like? Hell, even if they smelled like ass, if they were bared to us (men in general) we wouldn't give a shit, we'd dive right in like a fucking Evenrude.
Durbanite being the exception. He'd look at them quizzically and know he was supposed to do something, but just couldn't put his finger on what. Kind of like how a neutered dog looks at a bitch in heat, if you will.
Bob Dylan. Was there ever more perfect music for listening to at uncivilized hours? I'm four big glasses of wine and a giant slice of pizza into the evening. Two people have bailed on me mid-conversation because of (apparently) controversial or offensive things I've said. And I just stuck a finger with hot sauce residue in my eye. Go me. I sure could go for some boobs, though. In the spirit of Thanksgiving... Spoiler
Or mutter something about how he saw a boob once, but it looked at him the wrong way, so why bother even trying.
If you lived in South Africa your life would suck to. I imagine a broken penis is a good day over there.