Just when you think Michelle Lewin can't taunt you with her bikini clad asstastic in any new positions, voila. Hello stretchy shiny thong bottoms barely covering sun-directed derriere in beach chair. It's like the world's greatest minds were brought in to brainstorm new ways for Michelle Lewin to give you a near heart-attack.
There's just something about this wicked hot thumper faptastic Venezuelan model that makes me want to commit to yet another gym membership. Monthly dues are tantamount to actually working out as far as I'm concerned. I would like to work on my sunscreen rubbing muscles should Michelle ever answer one of my email requests to be allowed to protect her rump skin from the brutal solar death rays of Mother Sun. I would emollient her booty with a fervor not seen since the days of Hercules. My hands would be chafed with utter satisfaction. Michelle, please write me back, my calendar is not filling up quickly. Enjoy.