This picture shocks me. I mean, sense wise, in a historical context, of course the Mummy would be small.
There’s a certain pace, probably different for everyone, that provides maximum bopping bounce. For me, it’s a speed walking pace. A rhythm develops and then a boob counterweight sort of competes with the main body rhythm. Sports bras can keep that under control, but I have had fancy, less restrictive bras that seemed to somehow add bonus bounce.
Interesting. It does seem to be pace linked for me as well.
Less discussed, but highly enjoyed.
It may take me bopping around on a pogo stick or a space hopper to get the necessary level of bounce.
Wrong!But not sure anyone's attention would be boob based then
Bottoms bounce too. Just say’n.It may take me bopping around on a pogo stick or a space hopper to get the necessary level of bounce.
But not sure anyone's attention would be boob based then
Such an educator.Thank goodness I'm not in that category . . . I just try to add knowledge to those areas that others are not fully aware of.
You know, I think it's less about the size and more about the dynamics.It may take me bopping around on a pogo stick or a space hopper to get the necessary level of bounce.
But not sure anyone's attention would be boob based then
I would actually like to see this.
https://candyjar.com/So, the last couple of days I've been sorting through paperwork.
Often when I do that, I have the television on in the background, rather like white noise.
Somehow, I stumbled onto to this streaming channel called Candy Jar. It's entirely short episode series. Like, romance series. Erotic-ish. At least, lots of sexual tension and dancing around. Loooooooooots.
It's like one of the more steamy Harlequin romances, serialized.
Some of the stuff is paranormal. Even werewolves.
I think I'm addicted.
The only problem is they only show like one twenty minute episode before rolling over to something else.
So, the last couple of days I've been sorting through paperwork.
Often when I do that, I have the television on in the background, rather like white noise.
Somehow, I stumbled onto to this streaming channel called Candy Jar. It's entirely short episode series. Like, romance series. Erotic-ish. At least, lots of sexual tension and dancing around. Loooooooooots.
It's like one of the more steamy Harlequin romances, serialized.
Some of the stuff is paranormal. Even werewolves.
I think I'm addicted.
The only problem is they only show like one twenty minute episode before rolling over to something else.
Yes!!
Exactly!
You can’t watch The Thing in the summer! That’s for cold, lonely, snowy days only!Or maybe prurient interest isn't the phrase.
It's pinging my libido.
Can't afford to let that stuff wake up. To counteract, I've put on The Thing (1982).
While I finish up some stuff this morning.
That’s actually worse.I'm a rebel.
If it helps, it's only the end. It's a streaming channel.
I knew it would be.
