She could be Asian, and this could be some kind of a nice party dress, but either way her nipples are as hard as rocks and we can see them in vivid detail:
The whole knock-knee thing has me on the ropes. Straighten your legs out girl and try to look somewhat sophisticated as we ogle you. Maybe she’s drunk. The lighting looks like it’s sunset, so she’s been laying on the beach all day, drinking beer, watching her man dance around in his speedo with his nutmound bouncing, and she’s ready to go back to the hotel and get major nasty.
Possibly a pro as opposed to an amateur, but they are all amateurs when the romp in bed with an old pro like me. I peel the paint off the walls, make the alley cats cry out in anguish, and ruin the ladies forever. What I’m trying to say is: nice boobies.
Yes, girl. Let the wind blow your hair. Smooch your lips together. Dangle your boobies. You will be popular. You will win. You will win the 1 member salute from the bralessblog crowd.
Those luscious pale melons are just what I need in my face right now. Maybe perfumed a bit so they smell like lavender or something womanly. The mole throws me off a little, but I’m guessing my girl plucks the hairs out of it and keeps it pretty much presentable.