Honestly doesn’t even register any more. They’re massive, they dominate the landscape. Your eye is drawn by the gravity. It happens
Hell, my own grandmother confessed to me once after we ran into each other at a shopping centre her first thought was “good lord that woman has large breasts” and then she saw my face and recognised me.
Honestly doesn’t even register any more. They’re massive, they dominate the landscape. Your eye is drawn by the gravity. It happens
Hell, my own grandmother confessed to me once after we ran into each other at a shopping centre her first thought was “good lord that woman has large breasts” and then she saw my face and recognised me.
there are boobs
then there are forces of nature we are merely subjects of.