I don’t know who this smiling little braless angel is, but she is brought to us from our famous friends over here. You kind of get caught up in all that cleavage, and wondering about the shape of the nipples that produced those perky little poke-outs. Mesmerizing, I know. But once you can bust out of that hold, you sort of glance down and realize that she has some very naked looking legs. Oh my…
So do you think she’s wearing any panties? I mean, that’s a legit question. Papa’s gotta know. She’s sitting on that ball and it could be dirty. There may be some unhygienic things getting communicated to the vulva if there isn’t at least one little strip of cloth between her pretty pink privates and that carcass. Might even need to be some type of inspection by yours truly. Just to be safe. She has the leggings on there like she’s going to get a little exercise, work up a good sweat. I have news for her. She can burn just as many calories if she just lays back and let’s my big jimmy johnson go to work.
That makes me think of the Nascar guy, Jimmy Johnson. And Dick Trickle. You really gotta be screwed up in the head to name your kid Dick Trickle. You are destined for greatness though, if you can make it through life with that kind of handicap. Destined to pick up cutesy blondes wearing tantops and no bra.
I haven’t ever seen it happen, but I would think it’s possible for a rack of equivalent heftiness topped off by nips with enough – shall we say sharpness? – to actually rip a top to shreds. Don’t be skeered, this is a think of mysticism and lore. I haven’t seen it happen, I’m just saying it could.
Take this milf for example. If she chose to button up those last 13 buttons (which would be a crying shame – please don’t assume I’m wishing she would do this and ruin my excellent cleavage-filled day), she’s got a chance of ripping right through that tanktop. I say she’s a milf, even though I can’t see her face and haven’t checked her ID, because there are a sufficient number of moles and wrinkles and skin tags to make me think that ol’ set of lungs has some miles on ’em.
The way the sunlight is streaming in and lighting up those golden orbs puts me in a positively wonderful mood. It leaves me thinking everything is right with the world. Well, except that I’m kind of horny and I haven’t gotten laid today. Something we need to rectify immediately. If this old cougar were available, I’d invite her out for a beebop session. Take her out on the dance floor (right after we play bingo), twirl her around, and get her thinking dirty thoughts.
From across the way
I see your beau-tay
Your stylish hair
and your arms
(so bare).
The tattoo on your arm
really can do no harm,
so I might as well
get up in there.
Down, down: slide those panties down.
Up, up: scoop those boobies up.
You make it so easy
with your nipples in the breezy
That gold don’t mean a thing
we will hump until we sing.
And reverberate, and shake –
that’s the kind of love I make.
All da way down to yo shoes
which I can’t see, but don’t snooze
cuz we’re gonna wiggle and poke
and you’re gonna gasp and stroke.
Girl those braless boobies make me so happy.
I have an idea. Let’s print out a big sign and tape it up on the doors of the grocery store. It will read:
ALL WHO ENTER MUST PRESENT
POKIES IN A TANKTOP
NOTE: BRAS NOT PERMITTED
I figured by the time the chick walks through the frozen food aisle, she’ll be able to cut glass with those nips.
This girl can’t decide what kind of grapes she wants. What she may not realize is a raisin is just a dried up grape. Not that I’m comparing her luscious boobies to anything that’s dried up, but she is totally smuggling some raisins under there.
Judging by the expression on her face, she is talking to somebody. And the photo is presented as if taken by somebody standing directly in front of her. So both of these assumptions lead me to believe it isn’t some kind of hidden camera voyeur type thing, it’s probably just her boyfriend snapping photos because he’s turned on by her fruity nipples. She looks like she could use a little makeup, but you know I could definitely take a ride home with her. I’d slide my hand up her leg and whisper in my most Top Gun voice “you’ve lost that luvin feeling.”
