It's laundry day. I never do the laundry until I'm down to my last 3 pieces of clothing, and they're always the same. My tightest, holiest pair of jeans, this great sweater, that my friend bought for me at a garage sale, and my "New Year's Eve" underwire, push my tits up to my chin bra.
The sweater is a very daring v-neck and the swell of my breasts and cleavage are difficult to miss. The unicorn tattoo is only half covered, it's head peeks out from under the left side of the "V".
The thing is, I get so aroused, I can't get any work done. All I can do is stare at my tits.
My own breasts make me horny. Is that nuts or what?
The sweater is a very daring v-neck and the swell of my breasts and cleavage are difficult to miss. The unicorn tattoo is only half covered, it's head peeks out from under the left side of the "V".
The thing is, I get so aroused, I can't get any work done. All I can do is stare at my tits.
My own breasts make me horny. Is that nuts or what?