When I told Elliot James that I'd like to write the copy for today's Anna Kay scene, he said, "Why, because you sat on her chest?"
Well, yeah. That's exactly the reason. Because I sat on her chest.
I mean, what would you have done if a voluptuous F-cupper like Anna Kay suddenly said to you, "Do you wanna straddle me?" I know what you'd do: You'd straddle her. You'd sit on her chest.
So, a few years ago, there I was with the camera we use for the SCORELAND Blog, straddling Anna's chest, getting a tit-fucker's-eye view of her spectacular tits. Her hard nipples. Her plush rack. Her tanned tits. Her lightly pebbled areolae. Trying to control myself. Trying to be a professional. Trying to fight my growing urge to whip it out and tit-fuck her right then and there. I didn't. But I wanted to.
It is for this reason, and this reason only, that I feel as if I really know Anna. I really don't, you know. Yes, we've talked, but a discussion with Anna is not like an interview. She likes to talk about sex and about her tits, but I get the feeling you'd have to know her a long time and talk to her a lot of times to really get to know her. I know she's from Indiana. I know she's fun-loving and fuck-loving. This scene proves it as Anna sucks and fucks and moans all the way through. But here's what I know most about Anna, and I think this is the most important thing: I know that in my career at SCORE, exactly one girl has invited me to straddle her chest on-camera. Exactly one girl has invited me to get that close to her tits, close enough that I could feel her soft skin rubbing against the inside of my thighs.
Really, what else do I need to know?
