I’m not one to read the tea leaves or sense answers in the changing winds, but I have this sneaking suspicion that this might be the week that the perfect asstastic of Claudia Romani agrees to let me love, honor, and slap it around gently, but firmly, for ever more. Or until it catches me with another shapely bottom in a couple year’s time and then demands an arse-divorce.
But the honeymoon, oh, how I will slather that double cheeked rounds of scrumptious bottomside in lotions of a very wide variety and assorted smells. So long as Claudia’s booty is mine, I shall never let the sweet arse know dryness or cold or clothing. We will be so happy together. Thank you in advance for your congratulations. Enjoy.