Suspense builds

Gunnar began to resume normal breathing as Cinnamon broke away to pay more attention to other customers seated at the stage. She stopped back quickly two more times before leaving the stage.

She gave him a lot to copnsider. Where did she know him from!? And could they really promise one girl bighger than the last?

Any doubts he had about that went away as Ginger strode out. She seemed to be very much a modern Jayne Mansfield, except with vital statistics that would have made poor old Jayne smolder with envy. She danced around a bit -- and then she too perked right up at the sight of him. "Mr. Hart, how great to see you!" She crouched before him and immediately placed her palms all over his chest and shoulders. "Oh my Gawd, you sure have grown -- you're a GIANT!" She gave him a naughty look. "I'll tell you a secret!"

"Sure."

She brought her mouth to his ear. "Size DOES matter!"

Gunnar watched as she spread-eagled before him, gently fingering the barely clothed mound of her womanhood, while she took a tall thick stick of licorice from her little purse of props and proceeded to titfuck it in her deep tight cleavage while slurping away on it.

"Are you THIS big?" she teased.

"Oh, much bigger," Gunnar tried to joke.

She gasped with great respect. "Oh my Gawd!"

She lingered there an embarrassingly long time, her strong long silky legs way up, her womanhood right there, sliding the licorice up and down and up and down through her near-naked phenomenally large knockers, and finally she gave him a little licking peck and moved along. She repeated her tease for him a couple of times throughout her dance before she wiggled off-stage.