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Title: The Naughty Game Show:Testing Limits and Pushing Boundaries

In the bustling streets of Tokyo, a seedy underground sport present was about to start. The contestants, a mixture of shy Japanese schoolgirls and rowdy salarymen, shuffled into the dimly lit studio. The stage was set with a tacky banner studying “Timpohit Game Show – Can You Guess the Size?”.

The host, a lewd older man with a outstanding beer stomach and a creepy smile, took the stage. “Welcome, welcome, to the most thrilling game show in town!” he bellowed in Japanese. “Tonight, we have five lucky contestants who will compete for a chance to test their guessing skills…on live, ample Asian women!”

The crowd hooted and hollered as 5 nervous however excited women, starting from petite 18 12 months olds to busty 20-somethings, took the stage. They wore tight clothes that emphasised their curves and wobbled on stiletto heels. The host eyed them like a predator sizing up his prey.

“Now, the rules are simple,” he defined with a leer. “Each of you will take turns blindfolding these lovely ladies, fondling their breasts through their dresses, and guessing the bra size. The one who gets the most right wins a cash prize!”

The women exchanged anxious glances, however the buzz of the gang and the promise of simply gained money made them weak within the knees. The host gestured for the primary contestant, a middle-aged businessman in an ill-fitting swimsuit, to method the stage.

As the present started, the lecherous host barely aimed to cover his arousal as the women have been manhandled. The males groped and squeezed for all they have been value, their eyes shining with barely restrained lust. The lush mounds of soppy flesh yielded beneath their probing fingers as they made educated guesses between an ‘F’ and an ‘H’.

It was the stuff of Japanese tentacle porn come to life, and the host performed it up for the mock viewers. “Ohohoho, you’ve got quite the pair here!” he guffawed as one fortunate lady had an ‘I’ cup fondled totally. “And this one’s a ripe ‘G’, just perfect for motorboating!”

The women grew flustered and blushing because the groping intensified. Implants and genetic blessings have been on full show as their bounty was suitably appraised. Laughter rang out as ‘D’ cups have been mistaken for ‘E’ cups and the groping arms typically lingered too lengthy for propriety.

Only when eyes have been locked, higher arms tightened possessively, and decrease physique elements twitched with curiosity too near forbidden brushes, modesty was lastly acknowledged and a dimension known as out. It was a heady sport and many of the contestants have been unknowingly enjoying with a fireplace that they did not want to begin in a most uncomfortable bind.

The host almost break up his pants on the spectacle as every lady paraded their measurements for the boys’s hungry eyes. The women might now not conceal their humiliation, however performed coy as if this was all in good enjoyable. Breasts jiggled and plumped with every passing and grope. Inches from the boys’s faces, sweat and hormones danced and hinted at the truth that greater than pecuniary rewards spurred on their groping.

Even transgressing to the boundary between banality and depravity, the creepy host refused to skip too near the road of decency within the withering humid warmth of close-knit, compelled contact and flushing disgrace. “Remember, Ladies – A Man’s Love and Adoration for Breasts is a sign of his Devotion and Chocolate!” the host declared giddily to the unintentional homoeroticism of the competition.

In the tip, the burly building employee emerged victorious with an ideal rating. He bounced as much as the stage, cans of premium beer in hand. “Reward these fine ladies for their bravery!” the host declared, sliding the women into gleaming bikinis with the development employee. Their modesty was preserved as they turned away, their bountiful, supple butts and excessive, gravity-defying ass-nipples jiggling and clinging.

The complete viewers was handled to a last peep present because the gropy, flirty, lustful winner took his prize. Flash pictures and howls of laughter deafened and flashed throughout the stage. High definition cameras caught essentially the most obscene of glimpses, as the opposite males realized they too dreamed of such acts.

And but even then, amidst the near-pornographic revelry, an odd sense of propriety was maintained, like the one factor dredged deeper into the mud was flesh and disgrace and thrilling, harmful, madly Freedom!

Finally, the present ended and the contestants went their separate methods, endlessly understanding that they groped the tits holy of a few of that casting sofa expertise. But because the credit rolled, the host turned to the viewers with a sly wink. “Same time next week for more Body-Building Contest edition of the Timpohit Game Show!”