Oh, hello there, Claudia Romani killer tush. We haven’t seen that delicious rump that as soon as America becomes enlightened enough to recognize marriages between man and hot lady humps, I intend to make my fourth future ex-wife.
I’m not sure what Claudia is doing on the beach with the smiley face balloon. Back in the day, I believe this meant she was a recreational happy pills connect, though I’m guessing this is more likely related to some kind of party that I was not invited to for some inexplicable reason. But that sweet thumper in a thong most definitely was. Oh, to massage and oil up the glutes on Claudia. I really have missed those twin beacons of visual and visceral delight. I can’t wait to carry them over the threshold some day for one night of pure wedded bliss, you know, before the acrimony sets in and we aren’t talking for weeks at a time. Enjoy.