Braless Blog

It’s time to round up some pokies.

Gal number one is rocking the tanktop. If the material got any thinner, it would be effervescent like an alka-seltzer. I can see every pore and ridge on her aureolae, which is a fancy word for nipple for those of you currently reading this on your Cricket phone in the middle of a walmart.

Gal number 2 is just ahhhsum. The way she is squeezing those boobies together so they are able to produce the maximum effect makes me so happy. That’s the way to use your assets girl. If Hillary Clinton would do that every time she visited a new country – just pop off the plane and bam squeeze her girls together – we would get a lot more politicking going on. Nipple licking too, but politicking most importantly.

And Ohhh the football gal. First of all, when a regulation sized football is just barely bigger than your braless boobies, we know we’re in for a good show. Second of all, if that cutoff shirt, which manages to show underboob from here to eternity, got any sexier, it would be banned in six states. And thirdly, those boobs appear to be the most perfect shape evah-evah-evah.

Last but not least, we have some dark-skinned lady from the child-rearing department who has pokies so perfectly pointed and well-suited to nursing it makes me thirsty. Those things would poke you in the eye and scrape you on the nose and leave you wanting to make them jiggle doggy-style.

Yowza, this girl has a body that would stop a tank. The crocheted looking top reminds me of this wet dream I had as an adolescent where this buxom beauty was swinging around on a fishing net dangling over the side of some sail boat. She was of course nekkid, and her boobs and her butt and everything else kept poking through the net. Bam, I woke up with sticky sheets.

Ooooh, it is the morning rack. Breath is a little stanky, hair is all mussed up, but dayum we don’t care as soon as we get a load of those D-cup boobies in that tight white tanktop, all unrestrained and bouncing and weaving. And we’re oh so close to seeing that little pink nipple aren’t we? Yeah, I know you’re inspecting the photo and bouncing around in your chair as your unit tightens up. What a lovely view. We are unable to resist cleavage like that, we’re guys and that’s what we do.

Yes, it’s low quality, but I could subsist entirely off of pictures of women lounging around in tanktops with no bra. It would be like me eating nothing but rice krispy treats for a year. Low quality, too many carbs, not enough nutrients, but that sugary gooey yuminess would keep me engaged for 365 days. As would this chick, in her purple, thin, tanktop, with her veiny, very large and natural boobs.