As perverted as I am, and as long as I’ve been posting stuff up here at BralessBlog, I guess I’ve never had the occasion to create a category for “underboob cameltoe”.
I mean, that’s a pretty narrow niche. I guess I can’t really create a category for every single one of my kinks. We would run out of space in the categories page.
Thank goodness we have a category for braless cameltoes, because it’s my latest obsession.
Those boobs are so in-my-face that I can both smell them and taste them. They aren’t huge, which in some ways makes them that much more achievable. I guess achievable is a dumb way to put it, since it seems really unlikely that I’m going to have them in my mouth any time soon.
But she wouldn’t be in this category if she didn’t have a cameltoe. Ah, yes, the old pudenda parter. The coozie cleaver. Tha slit splitter.
Speaking of real enough to smell, I can smell that thing considering she’s yanking her pants right into it.
There’s a rosebud in there that needs my teeth on it.
You probably see a logo somewhere in this pic. No, not the one for my website. I mean the one on her shirt.
It’s amazing these days how easy it is to market things. Grab some gal who likes to show off her stuff, get her to put your stuff on her social media while her underboobs are hanging out. I know I’m going to stare, and so are you. You’ll remember that logo for the rest of your life. Or at least the rest of the night.
Sweet dreams.