Ashley Greene knows how to do it. What I mean is, stomp around aimlessly in the streets, walking her dog while guys stare and mumble about her braless boobs. And they aren’t bad. They are more than a mouthful, which even her doggie notices. Jiggle and wiggle and scoop the poop. Just in case she needs a little refresher, she has special spikes and nubbins on her handbag. These she uses to rasp against her nipples to make sure they are standing at full attention. If the construction workers are really busy, sometimes you have to try extra hard to capture their attention.
In the one photo, it looks like she is actually pointing to her nipple. Hey! Dude? You lookin? Lookit my nipple. Right there. See it? Okay, just checking.
Or maybe she’s pointing to the bralessblog watermark, as if to say, I’m about to be even more famous.
These things happen you know. Struggling young starlets dream of spending a little time on the front page of the bralessblog. Spruce up the hair, strip off the bra, and hope we notice them. Hunter Leigh comes to mind (frequently). And we do notice them, but there’s only so much time to spread our special kind of good cheer in the world. Maybe we should try a new thing were we fap post like 5 times per day, exposing that many more nips to the warmth of our attention.
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.”
