Curves are curves. If they go well together, excellent. If not, that's what's more of a concern for myself. The breasts are just one component of a woman. And it's both humorous and sad to see people obsessed with such a discussion.
People go nuts over discussing Denise Milani. They will argue and get enraged about her breasts -- whether they are fake or not, whether she should show them, etc... I'm still in a daze over her short stature with 19" mid-section to 34" hips. If I'm going to get "worked up" over something, it's going to be in the lust for the woman, not a debate over her "components."
Jana Defi is beyond dreamy. No one is going to convince me that she is anything other than the ultimate brunette looker atop, and the 5'8" ultimate 38-25-39" hourglass model below. I spend entirely too much lusting for that 25-39" fanging set of hips on that hourglass, far more than anything else. And when I raise my eyes, it's hard to just stop at her breasts, because of that brunette topping.
Her breasts complete her hourglass. Maybe it's because God Herself programmed me to lust for unique beauties with child bearing hips, but her breasts complete her, they do not make her. Most explicitly, if her lover was deep inside and one with her, he would be engage her mouth and running his hands up from that perfect set of hips into that narrow mid-section -- and would only then fully appreciate her breasts "draping" over his hands as he tried to go higher along that heavenly form.
Yes, natural breasts are the softest flesh on a woman, and the more ample they are, the more erotic for most men -- including myself. I will not deny that spearing a woman from behind becomes more intense causes a greater orgasm than when cupping such hanging flesh at the same time. But to be solely focused on breasts, worried about their composure, naturalness and everything else utterly misses the rest of the body, much more the woman as a whole.
I honestly think too many men try to find fault in a woman, instead of the extreme beauty she offers, in her own unique ways. At their first lust, they say, "if I only had you" and finish after years with, "I'm tired of her shit." It doesn't matter if we're talking about their lover, or a model they've never met, it's the same problem.
Never the woman. Always the contentment of the man. Jana has the ultimate, perfect form, and there's no way people should see otherwise. But to each their own, although there are a lot of men making themselves miserable when they should be enjoying the best fruits laid before them.
