There’s something really terrifying about this picture. At a certain point you have to wonder if there is some kind of genetic condition going on, because when natural tits get to a size and keep on growing, it’s almost like a disability.
When Caroline Vreeland is in her 50s and 60s, if she’s not already, she’s going to have to cart those fuckers around the cruise ship using their own walker, or bell-hop luggage cart, because there is no way her back can handle this shit.
Unless she’s gaming all her fans by face-tuning/photoshopping the tits to be giant monstrous things or it is morbidly obesity….these giant veiny piles of fat and flesh are crazy.
I know there are plenty of big tit lovers, wired to love big tits, but as far as I’m concerned there is such thing as too big, there is a breaking point, there is a too good to be good…and I think Vreeland is approaching that limit…it’s fine line to walk…and I’m sure she’s walking it hunched over and with chronic pain…these things are nuts..