Braless Cuties

What we probably need to get us through a dreary Sunday are some braless cuties.

We might as well start off with the best. Lead off with the strong leg, as my grandpappy used to say. Actually, he said something about me being as useless as tits on a boarhog, there certainly was never any advice about running or starting out strong. The point is, this cute gal in this crazy ass red swimsuit is enough to boggle my mind. Yes, there are pokies. Yes, there is enough nipple action to make a very clear impression of exactly what her bare boob looks like. And you can’t help but follow it down, down and BAM her crotch smacks you in the face.

Braless cutie #2 is in some kind of smocked blouse. We unfortunately can’t call it a tanktop, but hellfire it’s close enough. Either she cheated and spritzed that thing down with some water, or she has found a blouse made out of extremely thin material. Maybe it’s spider silk? If so, that’s one horny spider, cause those c-cups are yummy.

Braless cutie number three is really here just because thin white t-shirts rock. And they own you. And the make the lump in my lap larger. Get used to it, everybody else has. The other day I went through the Wendy’s drivethrough and the lady leaning out the window had forgotten the top button on her shirt and her very ample (i.e. fat) cleavage was spilling out and my johnson did an extendo-trick and rammed into the power window switch and damn near cut both my arms off. Imagine if she had been wearing white like gal #3.