July 13, 2022 by Dave
Jenna Valentine has a unique way of accessorizing her outfit.
In this case, Camelia Davis’s tits are the outfit.
I was at lunch the other day, the usual spot, and I found myself standing at the soda machine, waiting to refill my glass, checking out the rack on the MILF standing next to me, refilling her glass and very nicely filling out a white tank top. Nice, tan, probably fake boobs. D-cups, I’d guess. Plenty of cleavage, and a little bit of side cleavage, too.
And that’s when it hit me like a thunder strike.
Tits are part of the outfit!
Her shoes were part of the outfit. The belt she was wearing was part of the outfit. Her earrings were part of the outfit. And, in this case, her tits were part of the outfit, too!
Do you see what I’m getting at here? I told this story (and my revelation) to a female editor here at The SCORE Group. She looked at me like I was crazy and said, “So what? Everyone knows that.”
If you say to Tatiana Blair, “That’s a very nice dress,” she’ll know what you mean.
Carlos tells Shyla, “Excuse me, ma’am. I was just admiring your lovely outfit.”
NO, NOT EVERYONE KNOWS THAT! Maybe women know it, but men don’t know it. I know now, though. Some women accessorize with earrings. Others with bracelets. Some with stockings. When a woman is wearing a short skirt, her legs are part of the outfit. When she’s wearing tight, low-rise jeans, her ass is part of the outfit. And when she’s wearing a low-cut top, her tits are part of the outfit. Of course, some women have nicer accessories than others.
This doesn’t mean it’s okay to walk up to a girl and say, “Hey, nice tits.” No. That’s never okay. But if you say to her, “That’s a very nice shirt you’re wearing today,” she’ll know what you mean, and that’ll be okay.
Because her tits are part of the outfit.
This could be life-changing.
September 1, 2014 by Dave
The J train, I presume.
Today at SCORELAND, fabulous J-cup natural Marie Leone stars in “Boobs Over Miami.” We dressed up Marie in tight tops and took her on a tour of the local sights. Turned out she was the best sight of all.
Enjoy the unofficial last day of summer at SCORELAND.
January 12, 2010 by Dave
If I saw a chick dressed like this doing this, I'd be pumping something else.
Now, I know, I have no right to complain. I mean, look at where I work. If I wanted to (or, rather, if I wasn’t busy), I could walk right into the studio right now and see a beautiful, busty, naked woman. Maybe she’d even be fucking. But, you know, there’s just something special about seeing something that you’re not supposed to see…or seeing a woman doing something that she’s not supposed to be doing.
Like this. And this.
The MILFs in my neighborhood don't dress like this.
Can I help you find something, ma'am?
The girl you’re looking at is Lori Pleasure. She dresses like a slut, acts like a slut, is a slut, and if I said that to her, she’d say, “Thank you, Dave.” If you want to see her fucking (anal and all), the link is right here. There’s a video, too.
Lori has pussy jewelry that dangles. Yes, dangles, as in hangs down. She once told me, “I don’t own a single skirt that goes much below my pussy or a single pair of jeans that goes higher than my pelvic bone.” She also never wears panties, so sometimes when she’s out, her pussy jewelry dangles beneath the hemline of her skirt.
“People see it, then a second later, they realize where it’s hanging from,” Lori said.
I was also not at Hoover Dam when Vixen LaMoore was dressed like this or in that drug store in Australia when Angela White was dressed like that. And, no, I’m not complaining. I was just looking for an excuse to post these photos on the Blog.
Damn it, Vixen LaMoore is busting out on the damn dam, and my damn balls are about to burst!
I would happily spend my life upside down to be in Australia with Angela. Or to be in Angela in Australia.
November 15, 2009 by Maria
As far as I am concerned, when a chick is showing cleavage she WANTS you to look at it. Big time.
I love being able to come to the blog and talk tits with you fine folks. It’s practically therapeutic to be able to have a forum to get things off my chest about, well, big chests! lol That’s why when something happened to me a couple of days ago, I found it worthy of mentioning here.
Okay, so let me set up the situation for you.
You have me, a big-boobed chick, out to lunch with a buddy of mine on Friday. Friday lunches are usually a crowded affair at most of the restaurants surrounding The SCORE Group headquarters here in Miami because most people go out to eat in droves (Maybe because it’s so close to the weekend?). So, my buddy Mario (Hi Mario!) and I are waiting to be seated at a local Colombian restaurant to have some soup since it is currently a bit chilly in Miami. (Yes, my name is Maria and I hang out with a guy named Mario. And yes, chilly to us is 71 degrees. lol)
While we are waiting by the door of this crowded soup place, I notice this chick who is sitting at a table directly ahead of us. She is immersed in a deep convo with her lunch date and doesn’t even glance in our direction. Normally I would have glanced at her and kept going but here is where it gets sticky.
First of all, this chick had MONDO tits. Like HUMONGOUS ones. Second of all, she was wearing this low-cut sweater thing that showed off what I like to refer to as A VALLEY OF TIT CREASE. I’m talking about a fucking Grand Canyon of cleave, dude.
Now when I see cleavage like that, and like that I mean cleavage so deep I want to put my hands into it for warmth, I cannot help but stare. It’s like a fucking magnet for my eyes! I can’t stop looking. I mean, I am stuck in ogle-mode. Seriously.
So I look over at Mario to say, “Hey dude, look at that cleave crack at 12 o’clock,” and I realize that he is also fixated on the funbags ahead. (This is probably why we are friends. We both love big boobs. lol) So, now both Mario and I are staring, no scratch that, we are engraving into our memories each inch of this oblivious babe’s biggums when she looks up and catches us staring at her bosoms.
Now Mario, because he is a guy and is programmed to look away at such moments, plays dumb and acts like he is looking at the wall four feet above her head. But not me. I don’t have that AVOID THE RACK-FRONTATION radar, apparently, and I just keep looking at her tits. So she coughs. Loudly. Irritatedly. But being the oblivious caught-in-her-headlights boob fiend that I am, I don’t notice. I just keep on keepin’ on and I even might have mouthed the word, WOW, while doing so.
That’s when two things happened.
1) Mario elbowed me and whispered, “Stop staring, stupid.”
2) She grabbed her napkin and covered her tits up and sort of snapped me out of my boobnotized state. (That’s when you are hypnotized by the titties, just FYI.)
Shortly after that awkward moment passed, our host sat us and when we walked by she distinctly whispered the words, “Fucking perverts.” Well, whispered is the wrong word. HISSED is more like it.
Now, here is what I have come to vent about on the blog, because, well, I can! lol
WHY AM I THE FUCKING PERVERT WHEN SHE WAS THE ONE WEARING HER CHESTICLES OUT AND ABOUT?!? IT’S NOT MY FAULT SHE WAS FLYING THE TIT FLAG OUT THERE ALL PROUD AND I HAD TO SALUTE IT WITH MY EYEBALLS, IS IT?
I mean, seriously…I have big boobs and when I wear them out like that, like a fucking Macy’s window display, I expect people to stop and stare. Fuck, I expect them to point and maybe even applaud. lol
What I am saying is, what the fuck did she think all that tit crease was gonna do? Repel my peepers?
Has this happened to you guys before? If so, I think we need to start some sort of petition to have a law passed or something because as far as I am concerned, if you’re showin’ off your pair, prepare for the stares.
That’s my rule and I’m stickin’ to it.
Thoughts?
your fucking perverted friend,
Maria
😛
November 10, 2009 by Guest Blogger
Angela's natural monuments and one of Paris's national monuments.
G’day everyone. My name is Angela White and I am blogging for you from all the way Down Under (I’m talking about Australia!). Let me introduce myself in case you haven’t come across my photos amongst the hundreds of models in SCORELAND. I have been a model for The SCORE Group for seven years now (Can you believe it?). Voluptuous and SCORE magazine readers have watched me grow up from an 18-year-old high school student starring in my debut DVD A Day With Angela White to a 24-year-old university student about to finish my Bachelor of Arts degree (Only a few weeks till graduation!). In that time, I have traveled the world, studied in Paris, become a comedy television star in the Australia series Fat Pizza, danced on the Gold Coast and been cast by SCORE to fuck some of the most beautiful women in the world (What a life!).
Angie was the best-built person, place or thing in all of Paris!
In 2004, I had the luck to meet (And fuck!) Cherry Brady, Brandy Talore and Annie Swanson for the movies B.L.O.W. and Ultimate Cherry. I’m still in contact with the girls, who are even more beautiful and amazing in real life. And in 2007, I was lucky enough to be flown to the Bahamas along with the adorable Christy Marks, the lovely Lorna Morgan, the incredible Terry Nova and the outrageously sexy Gianna Rossi. What a time we had! What could be better than being able to play around with these girls on a private beach in Eleuthera? (The answer is nothing, clearly!)
So, I’ve definitely got some history with The SCORE Group. Oh, and there is that little fact that I won Voluptuous Model of the Year in 2007. It was only one of the most exciting moments of my life! So I’d like to use my first guest blog (Hopefully not the last.) to thank all of my fans for all of their support over these last seven years. Thank you for all your lovely emails and for voting for me as your favorite model of 2007. Having my curves celebrated has been a hugely positive experience for me after being continuously assaulted by images of mainstream’ beauty ideals. So thank you for all your encouragement, friendship and love!
Kisses,
Angie xox
