Miranda Kerr is working out hard these days, and, quite frankly, we gentlemen oglers are going to need a break soon. We can’t keep up our pace of tracking this uber-sextastic Aussie moving from Pilates to gym to yoga studio nearly daily, each time in a seemingly skin-tighter bit of leggings and body-clinging tops (oh, how jealous are we of those tops, not to wear them, we want to be them).
The asstastic views alone make our heart race; when she turns toward us, we blinker off into dangerous cardiac territories. What is a poor voyeur to do? Enjoy.