In many cultures, women's breasts are often described as a symbol of beauty. Especially, it is easy to be recognized as a symbol of "sexual attraction" due to the influence of advertisements and entertainment. Women with large breasts are often jealous of their appearance, but in fact they have a variety of problems. Women who are generally referred to as deca pie girls around me cause chronic stiff shoulders and headaches due to the weight of their breasts, and because it is easy to get sweaty in the back milk part, it causes skin flap. There are fewer bras that suit you and the price is high. The more support you have, the more limited your design is. With a prominent chest, it is easy to get attention from others and can lead to insensitive comments and sexual harassment. This causes them to suffer from embarrassment and discomfort. Can't you think of it as "sexual attraction" = "personality"? Can't you think of it as a gifted talent? The number of things you think will change as your age and mental age grow, but it is only enviable from a child with no breasts. However, it is common to wear a complex with the collar and live a hidden life so as not to stand out as much as possible. In rare cases, when I was walking in Shinjuku, I could see a big breast like that at first glance and walk around with an aggressive outfit that opened my chest. It seems a little problematic, but for some reason I think it's cool in that it feels too good and is cool rather than looking at it with erotic eyes. Don't show me your "personality". What about the two of us? Are you a complexist or personalityist? The first is a plattered de cameron-shaped Hari boobs. A small nipple with a good shape and a nymph. The level that can be said to be artistic no longer. I feel that my age is a little bit, but it seems to be a type of talking clearly about things. It's my uncle's specialty to make such an excellent student type look disgusting. The second is a beautiful woman who has soft breasts. A child who looks like he's going to get some good galas if he comes over for a drink. She is a woman of this time, and she has a very easy-to-understand look and disgust at the sexual harassment yelling that her uncle ignores compliance. Such salt correspondence is soothing that the desire to punish can be driven. The only way for a slut to fall into hell is when a woman who hides such sexual attraction falls in the insects and ants that can be eaten by an insect plant. Is it just me who thinks it is a real state of excitement that can be said to be a jealousy while watching?