"Name's Butch from Eager Beaver Tree Service. Put 'er there, friend!" said the woman as she extended a calloused hand towards him.
"And I'm- AAAH!" He was trying his best not to notice the interesting things that happened to her chest as she pumped his arm up and down when he realized her vice-like grip was crushing the bejesus out of every bone in his hand.
Butch's eyes went wide and she let go immediately. "Sorry! Shit, I don't wanna break your check writin' hand." She gave him a conspiratorial grin and a playful jab with her elbow. "Tree's out back, right?"
"Yeah, I'll take you around the house. It's just this one branch, really." He tried not to fuss over his bruised hand and dented ego as he led her around to the job site.
Once she caught sight of the oak's big arm hanging low over the back of his house, Butch let out a whistle. "Alright. Gotta get some stuff outta my truck and I'll be right back."
It was amazing watching her work; and not just for lecherous reasons either. Sure her ass looked amazing, all snug in its climbing harness, and her gravity defying bosom mashed against the tree trunk was an image that he'd always cherish, but Butch had some serious skill with a chainsaw. Guided by some clever rigging, the oak's limb fell harmlessly to the earth with a splintering crash. She scurried down in pursuit and began gleefully dismembering her prey.
Once she was finished, he handed her a cold brew. She gave him an appreciative look and lit up a cigarette, took a long drag, and exhaled. "Always better after a job or sex."
Well. Amount of time between this pic and the last: Justified. Delays in updating are acceptable when you're producing pictures as fucking awesome as the last four have been.
Woot, you're the most incredible artist I've seen. And the best part is that you try hard and you don't stop getting better. Your storytelling is also very discriptive and still leaves the best parts to imagination, like a good storyteller.
I also never thought of a woman named "Butch" as hot, but, well, there goes that prejudice.
Great picture Woot! But I'm just wandering why her shirt isn't damp? I mean with all that work her shirt, exspecially in the "breast area" should of been so drenched with sweat we should be able to see her bra, if she wears one, anyway.
Has woot decided he likes some muscle on his girls once in a while? It's not all that surprising, just seems like the natural order for things. Guy likes big tits, decides he likes it when girls are big elsewhere, decides sometimes he likes it when they're big in different ways 3:
I briefly tried the sweat darkened shirt, but it was looking more like shadows in areas where they shouldn't be. Still, I should have experimented more with it, because it would have added to the hot day setting.
Also I'd like to confess my cheating ways on the chainsaw. I'll try not to let it become a habit.
I first loaded the page and went "Damn look at those arms!" then saw like all your girls she's stacked and cute to boot. What's also bad is I can see the whole process of cutting the limb down since I've helped out and done similar jobs myself.
at somebody: if butch is bobs sister then what do you think the names of her other sisters are going to be? let me guess; brick and bubba? lolz!!! ps. i agree with you tho. i mean they both have blond hair and blue eyes and they both got a MOM tatto. so i guess that they must really luv they mama! lolz
"And I'm- AAAH!" He was trying his best not to notice the interesting things that happened to her chest as she pumped his arm up and down when he realized her vice-like grip was crushing the bejesus out of every bone in his hand.
Butch's eyes went wide and she let go immediately. "Sorry! Shit, I don't wanna break your check writin' hand." She gave him a conspiratorial grin and a playful jab with her elbow. "Tree's out back, right?"
"Yeah, I'll take you around the house. It's just this one branch, really." He tried not to fuss over his bruised hand and dented ego as he led her around to the job site.
Once she caught sight of the oak's big arm hanging low over the back of his house, Butch let out a whistle. "Alright. Gotta get some stuff outta my truck and I'll be right back."
It was amazing watching her work; and not just for lecherous reasons either. Sure her ass looked amazing, all snug in its climbing harness, and her gravity defying bosom mashed against the tree trunk was an image that he'd always cherish, but Butch had some serious skill with a chainsaw. Guided by some clever rigging, the oak's limb fell harmlessly to the earth with a splintering crash. She scurried down in pursuit and began gleefully dismembering her prey.
Once she was finished, he handed her a cold brew. She gave him an appreciative look and lit up a cigarette, took a long drag, and exhaled. "Always better after a job or sex."