Every time I slip into this blue tunic top, it’s like trying..
Added 2024-09-14 18:05:03 +0000 UTCEvery time I slip into this blue tunic top, it’s like trying to contain a hurricane in a paper bag. The fabric hugs my curves like it’s trying to keep a secret, but let’s be real—there’s no hiding what I’m working with. My breasts practically have their own gravitational pull, straining against the fabric, begging for freedom. The top dips just enough to tease but leaves plenty to the imagination, though anyone who’s caught a glimpse knows there’s more than enough to go around. It’s a balancing act between classy and "come and get it," and I’m more than okay with that.
