You know my udder fondness for Rosie Jones, a glamorous revealer of her faptastic funbags since the day she turned eighteen. But you also know my allure for the ginger topped fuller bodied Lucy Collett who reminds us all that soft and curvy is so very much sextastic. It's like having to decide between two big football games on at the same time, or, the worst, glazed or chocolate at Dunkin in the morning. I just can't make such monumental choices.
As always, the Battle of the Boobtastic relies on you, the fine gourmands of the mammary glands, to separate the tops from the even better tops. The luscious from the delicious. The squeezable from the huggable. The lovelier of the two ladies profoundly moving boobtastic. I do not envy your work. But work you must. Between Rosie and Lucy, whose ta-ta's reign supreme?