Tanlines have been a bit of a fetish, not really a fetish because I don’t actually care about whether a bitch has talines or not, but let’s call them an interest, since the first stripclub I went to when I was 12 years old…..

This old, leathery bitch, since it was the daytime shift, was sitting at the bar chain smoking with her tits out, all toothless and affordable and I was fascinated by how her bikini left a mark on the bare tits and since that day on, I’ve been fascinated by the tanline, whether it’s accidental from an all inclusive beach vacation with too much sun, or by design because they plan what to stencil the tanline with before being hosed down with skin staining chemicals….because the tanline, all summery, living that beach life even in the depths of the city….highlights the goods….in case you needed to be reminded where the bikini went well looking at the bare tits and ass….

It’s like one of those “this is how to use gmail” when they reformat gmail but way less nerdy…..arrows pointing where they need to be pointed so you don’t get lost…but the TITTY version…so much better.

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