We may live to be two hundred and never see Katy Cocktease sharing a clean view of her sweet bodacious peaches, but we can today say we've seen her panties-lines beneath her sweat pants. Hey, take what you can get during a time of visual drought. And I'll take Katy's seat meat and that blessed crack that signals the great divide of my fantastical desires. Sweat pants are the modest girls stretch pants, but still a wonder at times.
Kiss me, Katy, I'm staring at your butt.