Random braless women could save the world. Instead of random and senseless violence, we could all relax and maybe fap to boobie chicks. Think about it. For a few paltry bucks per year, the president and congress could fund social programs like this, and we could basically end violence.
Random gal #1 also lands the coveted braless tanktop award. I like those pokies. Looks a little bit like she may have some nipple jewelry. I’m not a huge fan, but trust me I can get over it.
Random gal #2 is some starlet whose name I forget. But she appears to be kind of dewy, and damp, and her nipples are so ridiculously perky that I gnash my teeth and tear my hear out just thinking about rocking them at a picnic or maybe in the grocery store in the frozen foods aisle.
Girl number three could be prettier, but those nipples couldn’t get any pokier, so quit yer complainin and get to ogling.
A wicked smile and a tip of the dark sunglasses are the only signs that braless woman four is mesmerized by my good looks and witty, manly charm. I was going to wear cologne today, but forgot it. And my deodorant. Good thing, otherwise this skinny little babe would jump right off the screen and ask me to propose to her.
Ahh, this is so freaking awesome. This is why God, or maybe some teutonic german, invented the cellphone camera. So ladies could send pictures to us of the incredible braless boobies. I can’t tell if this is like a nightgown, or a housedress, or something you would wear maybe to a parent-teacher conference. I like how it’s stretched tight over the pokies, damn fine photography skills.
This is pretty cool. She has a leotard on. Or a unitard? Some kind of tard. Perfectly coiffed blonde locks, casually unbuttoned shorts, walking toward the camera as if to say I’m about to sex you up, hope you got some rest last night darlin.
And lucky number 7. Whoa, holy moley. There is only one reason to wear a sweater cut that low, and allow your braless cleavage to squeeze that tight, and pull you thighs up so the crotch of your panties bulges with your labia. It’s because you want me to aim right for that necklace. Kaboom, oops so sorry did that get in your eyes. Yep, well know what’s going on here.