The Braless Nature of the Universe

Realistically, women are meant to run around braless, right? I mean, Eve didn’t wear no bra. When you were a kid, didn’t you run around taking peeks at National Geographic Magazine to check out the boobies of African or Brazilian natives? I guess pimply teenagers these days don’t need a magazine, they just jump on the internet, maybe even with their phones, and see everything the want to see. But my point is, boobies aren’t necessarily meant to be constrained. Maybe that’s why seeing a braless chick appeals to us so much. It calls on our animalistic nature. We hunt, we gather, we stare at boobs.

This girl has quite the teasing stare. Her pokies look exactly like round mounds of yumminess capped with smuggled raisins. Exactly.

It is impossible to hide a big pair of DD’s. (Or maybe even bigger?) This gal has doctored them up with a tanktop, actually more of a camisole since it’s all lacey and frilly, and she has tossed in a dose of pigtail mania, but still those big boobies cannot be denied.

Talk about a beer and a smile. Imagine going to a party and catching a glimpse of this beauty across the room. Now I know you usually geek it up and have no approach skills whatsoever, let’s ignore that part. Her shirt is completely unbuttoned with the exception of that last little gem. Her boobs are perky and dying for you to nuzzle them. Those nipples are so pointy and accessible.

And here we have a couple of artistic black and white goddesses who’s bustiness just can’t be denied. These might be from the same photoset, but they are of different women. And that’s great, because we like different women don’t we? A little bit of strange? Something unfamiliar? A new gal a couple of times per day would keep us young forever.