Here is a braless babe with a very round, curvy body, standing on a rock with her hands on her hips waiting for you to get real excited. This expectation is partly due to the fact that she has her jeans shorts unbuttoned, and we can see just the wispy lovely tops of her white panties. That little tummy she has is more than forgivable, in fact it’s downright lickable. Part of it is due to her big juggs which are in imminent danger of falling right out of that ridiculously stretched out tanktop. That tanktop will never be the same. And neither will we. She has every right to expect that we will pant and groan and thump the ground like a dog waiting for a treat. With her cute little smile, and her ponytail, and her crinkly eyes, I’m pretty much ready to propose. Dear tanktop babe, do you hearby accept my vow of marriage and promise to be loyal if not monogamous and in return promise to let me marvel and/or touch and/or do dirty things to your boobies as long as we both shall be able to stand it? If so, sign here. It’s not so much a prenup as a guarantee that you will not take the $1.50 I have in my wallet.
Category Archives: Braless Tanktops
Nikki Braless
Nikki Nikki
pouty nipples
won’t you come eat a treat.
We love you
and you love us
but my you leave us in heat.
Please don’t waggle
those boobies at me
cuz I am feelin faint.
If you get me
much more horny
I’ll lick you from head to taint.
If you don’t know what a taint is, that’s ok. You will learn many things on bralessblog, my son. Many things.
The Big Juggs Cometh
From our friends at Bliss comes this hellaciously delicious babe with re-goddam-diculous cans. These massive mellons, tanned globs of womanhood that they are, happen to be falling out of a perfectly ripped and shredded tanktop. You will find that we loooove us some tanktops here on bralessblog. And why not? They are one step removed from hillbilly lingerie. This is the kind of action you can get with a pair of scissors and $3 worth of clothing from Wal-Mart. Or everybody’s favorite Goodwill. I won’t digress into clothes shopping advice, not when this brunette beauty is standing here waiting for us to tattle on her ta-ta’s and whisper about her womanhood. I kind of like how she has her glossy lips parted. It kind of makes me think about, well you know what I’m thinking about. Clergy would probably think about the same thing confronted with this magnificent mamma.
Suspenders and Nipples
From our friends who like nipples almost as much as we do, comes a shot of this grinning redhead who has a lot to smile about. The thin white material of her tanktop does little to hold back the fierceness of her pokies. I can’t figure out of that green strappy thing is some kind of decorative sash, or a set of suspenders to keep her shorty-shorts from falling down. It’s been my experience that daisy dukes are tight and not prone to falling down. Not because I pretend to be Magnum PI and wear them myself, but just observing chicks wearing them. But then again, that green thing isn’t really showy or fashionable, so what gives? She’s sort of blurring the line between amateur and pro. She’s cute, and has that look about her that says professional model. But she isn’t made up to be shine-free, and the photo is less than pro. So that leaves us wondering. Doesn’t leave me wondering about whether I should ravish her though. She looks lean and mean and ready to rumble. Maybe take her on a canoe out in the lake and do it to the rocking motions. If this boat is rockin, don’t come knockin. That sort of thing.
