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I’m suddenly left with a hankering for a delicious strawberry Frostee. Possibly one that is very cold and not watery at all and drizzled over a prominent brown nipple. Knowing my luck, I will probably bee sued for using the trademarked term frostee in the same paragraph as nipple. I’m willing to risk it. I couldn’t let these shots go to waste.

Ridiculous. That’s what I think when I see this. But the thought is sort of juxtaposed against: Wow, she looks incredible. I would eat that. Maybe she’s famous and I just don’t recognize her, but even still – she should be famous. And will be. Shoot, any girl who lands on these pages becomes famous. Welcome to stardom sweetie!

Ok, to make up for the technical difficulties, we are tossing out a new post today.

I think the first day of spring was yesterday or the day before. Ahh, sun is shining, birds are chirping, and chicks are wearing less and less when it comes to clothing and optional undergarments. This is a phrase that’s a bit of an oxymoron anyway, what undergarments aren’t optional?

This babe is looking cool in her sunglasses, and rocking the open blouse in the sunshine.

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We call these sneaky pokies because somebody snuck around and took a couple of photos. NOT because the gal in question tried to sneak the pokies by anybody. She sureasshit ain’t gonna sneak those girls by any red-blooded guy. You can pretty much see everything.

You keep coming back here because you are a pervert. Like me. Actually, is there anything perverted about being a guy and liking tha’ boobies? Or for that matter, being a gal and liking tha’ boobies? They are clothed, but we can see the shake, the sway, the pokies. We know there is some naughtiness going on, cuz there ain’t no bra. Intrigues us. Makes us horn-ay. Yummy.

Christmas is over and Santa did not grant my wish. I was hoping for a harem full of ladies who shameless glam’d it up all day and night with no bra and no fear. It does something for me, what can I say. I went to a Christmas part a week ago and there was this untouchably hot milf there with this low cut blouse and no bra. Nearly brought me to my knees. I was actually so discombobulated that I fell into an unheated swimming pool. Well, that might’ve had something to do with the alcohol too. She had consumed a bit of wine herself, and had nice rosy cheeks. I think she had been on vacation lately, because I could see just a hint of a tan line. Here’s some amateur pokies for ya.