Try and hitch a ride

“Hey! Hey!” Danielle ran to the edge of the road, waving her hands above her head to get the driver's attention. She was heedless of how her overflowing tits wobbled with every wave and threatened to burst free of her damp, clingy Hooters top. She didn't wear a bra at work. Better tips.

But, even if she knew she wouldn't care, she didn’t care. She just needed something to go right today.

The car didn't seem to be slowing down. Panicked, Danielle began jumping up and down. “HEY,” she cried as she began jumping up and down, **** to get the car’s attention. “STOP! I need help!”

There are many sights one expects to see on the side of a backwoods road, but a blonde with basketball-sized tits in a Hooters uniform bouncing up and down, her massive cock-knockers wobbling about in a strained damp top, with glistening cleavage is not one of them. A sad fact of life. But today was somebody's very lucky day.

It was just that someone wasn't Danielle.

As the car drew closer, Danielle could see it was a beat-up car in no better shape than her current useless, smoldering pile of junk. Still, unlike her car, it was still running. Danielle used her impressively large lungs to yell at the car once more as she swung her arms like a mad woman.

It was then she felt the cool breeze against her nipples. She looked down at her exposed tits and rolled her eyes. "Of course." All her dancing and jumping had proved too much for the strained cloth prison of her Hooters top. Her magnificent jugs were now bursting free from their prison and waving at the car.

"God damn it," Danielle said as she tried to stuff her ripe melons back into her poor top. She was no stranger to her funbags bursting out of her top. With tits like hers, she was often popping out of her tops or finding her breast breaking from the pressure. Still, as much as it happened, Danielle still found it annoying. Her eraser-sized nipples brushed against the soft fabric, aching to tear through.

Danielle was so busy struggling to shove her knockers back into her uniform top that she didn't even notice the car slow down. “Oh, thank god,” Danielle mumbled. “Finally, something’s going my way.”