I might just be speaking for myself, but seeing the blessedly hot and chesty perfect Abbey Barnsley slip seductively out of her lingerie makes pretty much every muscle in my body feel like I’m going through puberty all over again. In about eleven seconds. She is just so incredibly alluring I want to chew on a towel or pen a requiem in C-Minor or something that will lessen the primal urges.
On Wednesdays we celebrate arriving at the hump of the week by staring rather impolitely and longingly at some of the finest sweetest most passion inducing bodies on the planet. If Abbey Barnsley doesn’t qualify for that list, well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle, who is still, by the way, ogling Abbey Barnsley whilst scratching my hairy bobos. Huzzah!