As far as I know, there are no laws against going braless. It may be frowned upon in certain parts of the world in various social situations, but I don’t think they have legislative requirements.
At the same time, I also don’t think there are any laws about cameltoes. Some ladies hate them, some jam it up in there on purpose just to get a little attention. Either way, nobody will go to jail.
But some of the ones I so thoughtfully bring you here on BralessBlog are egregious. Like chafing, so tight ya can’t breathe, it’s never coming out of there.
Sometimes when you are a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Here lately, just based on my mindset, it seems like every time I see some braless cleavage I also happen to see a crotchflosser.
I’m not complaining mind you. But it sort of melts my mind. I fall into this hazy, foggy, semi-conciousness that makes anything beyond breathing difficult.
Like this little blondie. She is spreading her legs and looking down at her mons as if to say “Hey big boy, this vadge ain’t gonna lick itself. Get to work.”
See how her shorts are untied? See how she left her socks on, as if she was in a hurry to kick off her shoes and get her thighs in the air? See the underboob with just a hint of nipple poking through the white? Yowza.
PS – while I was at it, I updated the Haley Atwell post.