Boobs and Crotches [and the REAL reason you can’t look away]…

The pic I posted the other day of the gal in the black panties with the mirror behind her got me thinking about crotches.

Well, let’s be honest, I think about crotches a lot.

I created a category awhile back for braless cameltoe posts. I enjoy them so much, maybe I should change the name of my website!

Anyway, I thought we should go through a few today. You don’t mind do you?

1) This mature lady is doing her very best to completely bust out of her tanktop and her underwear.

Those nipples are rock hard, and I’m worried we should be wearing safety glasses around her. And her underwear is yanked so tight, it could possibly be cutting off the circulation to her nether regions. Probably, she needs me to check.
Me: Feel this?
Her: Nope.
Me: How about this?
Her: Ouch!
Me: You’re good.

2) Yowza, if this isn’t a serious cameltoe, I don’t know what is.

A visitor to the site sent this to me a few weeks ago, and I contemplated printing it out and taping it to my bathroom mirror.

What has gotten into this lady? Why is she pinching the bejeezus out of her crotch? Why are her lips so thick? Am I allowed to see more of her boobies?

Sigh, so many unanswered questions.

3) This crotch goddess gave me the shivers.

The way her boobies are hanging is perfection personified. A little hint of some pokie nipples. A little hint of some tanlines.

Her abs have just the right amount of definition. Her waist is semi-small, and her hips jut out like handles. As in “grab me right here and hold on tight and have your way with me”.

Her vadge is cleaved oh so prettily by that little g-string. And I’m sure once you click on the pic to expand it you will love the phrase that’s on her undies.

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Do you remember a few years ago (2016 to be precise) when I was trying to explain to you why it’s an instinctual thing for guys to look down the shirts of women?
http://www.bralessblog.com/2016/12/06/downblouse-pictures-are-instinctual.html

Well, it’s the same thing here.

We have this instinct to sow our wild seed, to procreate. Going back to caveman times, we are trained to check out the gal’s crotch, make sure it looks healthy and appealing. If something doesn’t look right, caveman moves on to the next little hunny.