Summer Sinn hurriedly walks through the shopping center, her tight, red, thin sweater straining to contain her massive breasts. They project forward like two huge rockets. Wiseguy Colton Jag drives through and goes into yellow alert when he sees this amazing piece of ass. He comes up with the lame excuse of asking Summer where the drugstore is, which is exactly where Summer is standing. After one of the worst pick-up lines in history, he out and out hits on her, a suicide play. Summer tells him she’s from Boston, where all the women are stacked like her. She’s visiting a friend but the friend is at work so Summer’s shopping. Colton invites her to drive around with him. Since most busty Bostonians routinely carry 45 Magnums in their purses, she agrees to go into his car. Actually, the only loaded weapons are in Summer’s blouse. In the passenger seat, Summer takes off her sweater to reveal a bulging, scooped top with first-rate cleavage. This is very dangerous because Colton is driving and he can’t take his eyeballs off Summer’s 34JJ-cups. She begins to touch them as they banter, also very dangerous. Now as all of us know, Summer’s tits are a big part of her life. (They’re a big part of our lives also.) She pulls her blouse down and it’s a miracle that the car doesn’t go into a ditch. Since she’s already in his car, and she looks like a pushover, why not get her home? Summer’s game. She knows what happens next. He happens to have a massage table three feet from his front door and Summer’s tits are eager for a rubdown…with nut-slop. Now we get to see Summer fuck! Running Time: 25:59.
