Trinety Guess is subjected to an unfortunate situation that occurs in many business offices. Anus co-workers who complain to the supervisors about a big-boobed employee wearing tops and outfits that flaunt miles of heavy, rich, juicy, mouthwatering deep cleavage and tight dresses that hug their bountiful asses like cling wrap.
“I have enjoyment wearing constricted clothing that exposes off my milk sacks and curves,” says Trinety, who can feel free to walk around TSG’s office in anything she craves to wear or not wear. “I have a sensual innocence to my look. “I’ve just lately become truly proud and I guess my self-confidence is the superlatively good part.”
Trinety is called into the office of one of these supervisors, Mr. Tarzan. Instead of lacing into Trinety, love many motherfucking bosses would, this smooth operator admits that guy enjoys what this babe wears and would like to be her secret ally in this situation. By bonding with Trinety and then boning this bra-busting redhead right there in his office, this chap can assist to stifle the boob prejudice of the employees. At least that’s his take on the subject.