“It’s so see-through,” says Kerry about her white bra, jiggling and adjusting the cups around her perfect cans. “You can even see my nipples. If the guys at home knew what I was wearing under my tee-shirt, they’d get a kick outta that. I must really try to get an under-wired one.” Kerry shakes her knockers. The sight is like a tsunami of heavy female flesh. Kerry hears a strange noise that disturbs her. “What’s that! I hope no one’s watching!” she thinks out loud. Kerry finds a sheer turquoise demi-cup next. “Looks tiny! Oh, that feels awful.” It’s too small, although her cleavage looks great. Next bra. She finds a bigger, yellow brassiere and shoehorns it on. Another noise startles her. She suspects someone may be peeping. A filthy little meatbeater, perhaps, with his cock sticking out of his cum-stained pants. Spying on busty girls trying on brassieres. Kerry does some fantastic swinging and shaking with the yellow bra on. Her breasts are barely contained from escaping their restraints. She is not satisfied with this tit-sling and must try out another. After strapping it on, she hears another noise, then turns around to confront the peeping pervert.
