When Joanna Krupa puckers her lips and sticks out her tight toned gam from beneath her dress, I get a little misty. Actually, maybe that's just plain moist. I'm not sure, I just know as a bona fide leg man, I feel like my collection of blessed lower appendage visuals has just increased by a sextastic fold.
Before I met Joanna Krupa, I lusted heartily. Now that I've met her, I merely am mostly fully entranced. While I've certainly obsessed over various of her heavenly parts, there's no shirking my duties to point out her lust-inducing legs. Strong, sleek, and maybe someday ready to choke me out. A boy can dream. Enjoy.