You know how I feel. Endless Summer when it comes to the delightfully bodily talented Summer St. Claire. I do take great pleasure in seeing the British girls get out in the garden beneath the sunshine, which for them is about as rare an occurrence as for us here in the U.S. to see models with their tops off in the first place It’s a climatological and prurient leering win. And Summer does not take her opportunities lightly. Just look at her special treats.
On Wednesdays we celebrate the sacred and the profane in the finest female forms on the planet. Summer St. Claire delivers on both accords. I could not be happier, unless I was reincarnated as that lawn she’s currently sitting on. You wouldn’t necessarily see my smile, but it would surely be there. Huzzah!
(For all your seasonal hotness needs check out the Summer St. Claire official webpage.)