I wish I'd had the opportunity to snap some pictures of the stunning ladies I saw milling about the casinos during my trip to Vegas last year. The sheer quantity of epic boobage crammed into every square foot of those places was nothing short of jaw-dropping. Some were clearly casino employees, while others had the look of strippers of prostitutes, though a few appeared to be vacationers visiting with family and friends. I remember a quartet of giddy young hispanic women that I spied in Caesar's Palace, one of whom looked to be on the verge of bursting clean out of the button-down blouse she was wearing.
The most spectacular sighting by far, however, was this one woman I saw striding purposefully through the lobby of the Bellagio. She looked to be in her late twenties, or even early thirties, with a tall, slender frame, pale skin, and long blond hair that she kept bound into a tight ponytail. She was wearing a pair of exceedingly tight black pants, platform high-heels, and a gold hoodie that tented out majestically over a positively mountainous bosom. I'm not exaggerating - she honestly looked as if she'd stuffed a pair of basketballs under her shirt.
If only I'd had my camera handy...