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.