We lust Lucy Pinder as a cat to a ball of yarn. We want to play with her throughout the day, unwind her, pounce, and ultimately fall into a deep sleep with her tucked protectively under our paws while we dream of the next day's games.
When Lucy Pinder gets topless, as in her very latest Nuts magazine pictorial, well, screw the yarn analogies, we just want to leer at her and drool. She's so hot. That body of hers could launch a thousand ships. I'm not even sure what the means, but I know exactly where I'd like to sink my personal titanic. Avast ye mammaries! Enjoy.