Oh, underrated hottie Emily Blunt, don’t think I’m going to stop drooling over you because you’re half way to MILFland. I know some of you cower from the site of the pregnant ladies swelling up in their bikinis, while I run toward them like a moth to the flame. So swollen with life, not to mention nourishment in the chestal area.
I don’t think I shall ever not find pregnant women glowing, or in great need of a personal massage, likely with tropical smelling oils that ultimately form a greasy, slippery mess. Emily, I stand at the ready to make such a mess with you. When your husband tires of your complaints, I’ll be there for you, heating oils now to 100-degrees. Enjoy.