Um, super yum.
I'm really starting to get a thing for this young Nathalia Ramos thespianic, and that thing needs an ice-pack badly. I don't know exactly where she came from, but like a vision of hotness from out of the mist she has burst forth with all sorts of public displays of sweet sweaty bodiness that have captured my soul and forced me into some kind of semi-comfortable catatonic ogling bliss.
In her latest foray into the forefront of thine eyes, Nathalia Ramos took to the streets of L.A. in a bare-midriff skin tight jogging outfit and began running, stretching, and tugging (okay, that last part really was just me) as onlookers just gawked and gazed and wondered how on earth such a beautiful creature ever remained in hiding for so long. This lust relationship with Nathalia is only beginning, and it's going to get better, and it's already wonderful. Enjoy.