I’ll be the first to admit that I had no idea who Phyllis Davis was. But when I saw this video, you better believe I was mesmerized and watched every second. You know how the Indian Swami would sit cross-legged and hypnotize the cobra in the basket with his flute thing? Yeah, that’s me watching Phyllis’s boobs dangling and hanging.
They look quite natural, considering their droop. Standing there in that deep plunging red dress, her nipples look like they are lining up roughly with her elbows. Her cleavage? The way her boobs are a little squashed together at the top and then form that exquisite y-shape pointing down and out? Ohhhh, heavenly.
I guess Phyllis was in some kind of popular TV show in the 70’s and 80’s. The sexual revolution and women’s lib had really loosened the TV censorship up, and every show seemed to have a braless lady bouncing around.
I really need those things sitting in my lap and poking against my face.
The droop reminded me a bit of the girl in this video, even though Phyllis isn’t as well-endowed.