I don’t like to play favorites. I will equally aggressively beg and suck up to any hot woman I can find, without distinction for name or class or background, or even chest size for that matter. Large and super large both work fine for me. So I tell you quite earnestly that when we pit the gloriously hot Sam Cooke against veteran divine Holly Peers, in a funbag to funbag contest of goodness, I really have am happy for whomever you decide deserves to take home the $1 million Battle of the Boobtastic prize each week (minus, naturally, a $1 million service fee from Egotastic, we’re still cheaper than Ticketmaster).
So, please, decide away to the most honest of your inner yearnings. Make not points for anything other than your earnest evaluation of the perty plush pears on the frontside of these two luscious ladies. Among these two fine female forms, whose ta-ta’s reign supreme?