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In her defense, why else would they indian ask for her measurements if not to provide her with scrubs? Thankfully, after begging in three different departments, someone offered her an old backup set and she eventually found an empty bed to put it on behind its railed curtains. She was at the hospital an hour early and still almost missed the interns’ briefing; her heart still hadn’t gotten the message that things were alright now. And hey, she had just been chosen to be part of an elite squad of nursing students, so take that, shitty day. The pants were loose, the shirt was tight, and she couldn’t pull it down enough to hide her belly button. Though, even if she had shopped for her own uniform, she might not have done much better. That was the story of her life: size 0, tall and too busty to hide, her figure rarely allowed for a perfectly fitted work attire. She never wanted to bring attention to her assets, but even simply walking down the street in jeans and t-shirt, she was often reminded by random men with gold chains Indian Porn that she could make a lot of money “modeling” with ‘a body like that’ and a ‘cute face to match’… She had no interest in quick money or the glamorous, non-sleazy, fashion career equivalent. There was also a big heart under that shirt and helping people was what she had always wanted to do. She didn't pick a career path as a nurse, she picked a fucking vocation. So yes, having worked her round little butt off to get here, she allowed herself to feel pride from being one of the 4 chosen few out of the 50 interns accepted from hundreds of applicants. L Just before escorting the flock of average interns to their non-special assignments, the supervisor discreetly asked the fantastic four to please remove their bras. The shock of the request wore off just in time for June to blurt out her question before the supervisor walked away. This had to be an MRI-related precaution. Some brassiere had metal underwire, she could understand that, but her minimizing bra was pure polyurethane. “Excuse me. I have a sports bra, it’s all spandex.” “No exceptions, sorry,” the nurse answered as she left. She quickly became too far away to hear any further objections. June’s heart never had a chance to slow down and was now beating faster than ever. She had no idea when they were going to get picked up for their special assignment or how long it would take her to find a locker room or spare room, change, probably get lost, and maybe come back to an empty lobby. After a quick struggle, the other girls began pulling bras out of their short sleeves like magicians. June regretted her morning choice, but a strong minimizing bra was always her go-to to not attract unwanted attention. Speaking of unwanted attention, it was then she realized all three other chosen interns had similar back pain pillows while also looking like they weighed under 50kg, as she did. Hardcore Sex This meeting of busty petites would have surprised her even at a night pussy creampie club (from what she remembered of the one time she was dragged to one of those) so out of a bunch of interns, this was a coincidence of ridiculous proportions. No time to dwell on the thought; there might have been a few years in her life when she could have pulled her arms inside her shirt, contortioned her arms to peel off the tight spandex under her shirt, and pulled it out like a necklace, but those C-cup years were long gone. Taking off an undergarment that was designed to hard fuck keep her leading ladies in check was a chore to put on and even more so to take off. Once her three busty friends each had an extra-large bra in their pocket, June felt the intense pressure of falling behind like the pit in your stomach staring at an exam you didn’t study for. Desperate times called creampie for a desperate measure she never felt comfortable doing in a locker room, let alone outside of one. She found a corner (not an isolated, dark corner, mind you, a brightly lit corner created by a parking payment machine) and faced the wall before completely removing her shirt. The three braless musketeers already had the side glances of nice ass every male in the lobby, but June hadn’t noticed. She would have chickened out if she knew how many eyes had followed her to her corner, including those of the security guard and front desk clerk, or if she knew how much they would get rewarded for it. June’s gravity-defying knockers were so large that after popping out of her sports bra while her hands were tied up in spandex above her head, they swayed left and right showing plenty of side boob to anyone behind her slender back and a lot more to those lucky enough to have a good angle. After more side to side bouncing while putting on her scrub shirt, the main attraction was over, but the show went on. The thin fabric of June’s undersized scrubs hugged her perky bumpers in the exact way she tried to prevent with slimming bras while her nipples were free to say hello. She just wanted to snatch a patient's chart to hold over her chest. Once off my rock hard cock was exposed and standing fully erect pointing at the ceiling. 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