I don’t know what Kangoo boots are precisely, but I know that after a full day of ogling Claudia Romani and her amazing killer tush in a bikini on Miami Beach, I sure feel like bouncing. Claudia gets to see herself both in and out of her bikinis daily so I can only imagine the spring she feels in her step, and the need to perhaps strap on some dynamic footwear to bound along South Beach after seeing such sites. Oh, my, this is quite the double header of leering.
As you know, I’m working through my elected representatives to promote legislation that would allow me the humane right to marry Claudia Romani’s bikini booty. I believe it’s time for such a liberating expression of lust and baby powdering. When you hear the church bells barely able to cover up the sounds of feral groans not of this planet, then you’ll know I’ve achieved my goal. Just look at that wicked hot bottom, how could you not want to take that on a honeymoon. Enjoy.
I feel like I’m making progress with Claudia Romani and her killer tush. The wicked hot bodied Roman beach goddess is no longer returning my love letters to her hiney with threats of legal prosecution, restraining orders, and jokes about how horrible my favorite NFL team are. Just marked unread. I like to think this means I’m making headway. I’m a guy who takes the long term approach to getting what I want. It might take 200 years, but I’ll get there eventually.
Claudia, every time your moon makes an appearance on Miami Beach I feel like the sun has just risen for the very first time. Do you see how poetic I am about your asstastic? It’s time to let your bottom side say yes to my proposals. I will treat those twin buns of happiness with such respect save for 30 minutes a day when it will be booty play time, no holds barred. Like an all-skate at the rink. Turn on the Warrant and have at it. But for 23.5 hours a day, just chivalry. Enjoy.
The lovely Claudia Romani displayed her patented hotness in a white bikini on Miami Beach. Claudia has a pretty spectacular set of jugs that look incredible in this top. There is some serious cleavage action going on, y’all. Her boobs are like two cantaloupes. Two sexy sexy cantaloupes. Since the suit is white when it gets wet it becomes semi-transparent and you can kinda see the outline of her lady bits in the bottom. This is a good thing. My favorite part of these pics are how amazing her booty looks in the bottoms. She’s got quite a spectacular caboose. I would like a bronze sculpture of Claudia’s derriere on my coffee table. It would be a great conversation starter. “Hey, look at my bust of Claudia Romani’s ass.” People would think I’m awesome.
Oh, Claudia. Your body makes me very happy.
Italian bella figura Claudia Romani took to Miami Beach wearing a tiny pink bikini. One of the things I like about Claudia is that, unlike a lot of models, she’s got some pretty spectacular curves. She is Italiana, after all. He booty is spectacular. You want to reach out and give it a squeeze, but you shouldn’t because that’s how you get arrested. Her backside looks outstanding in this small pink bottom. But let’s not forget about her perky ta-tas. There is a hint of sideboob in a couple of the pics that make me happy in my swimsuit area. This is going to sound weird but I also really like her hair. Call me old fashioned but I like a woman with a long, thick head of hair. Something she can whip around all sexy.
My family has been bugging me to go visit them in Miami. I should get down there while it’s still bikini season.
I’m beginning to think Claudia Romani and her perfectly plump behind and I are getting somewhere. I received these photos in my mailbox I believe to be sent by Claudia’s hind-side in order to tease me into some kind of lasting proposal. It’s definitely working. I can barely move a muscle while my eyes are trained on the boot of this wicked wanton brunette from The Boot. I become paralyzed with thoughts of gentle spankings and all-over-loofah butt washes. Truly these are the happiest thoughts of my daily existence.
Someday, when society’s laws have caught up to the primal lust shared between myself and Claudia Romani’s killer tush, we shall become united as one with lots of candles and cheers and cheap booze we’re pretending isn’t so cheap. I shall wait for that day here in my Chair of Patience. But not much longer I hope. I can’t stand it. Stupid chair isn’t working. Enjoy.
If you think a little mild hurricane force winds are any match for the raw passion-inducing power of Claudia Romani and her killer tush in a thong, you are sadly mistaken. Mother Nature is powerful, but Claudia’s thumper is an unshakeable object that I so badly want to shake with my gently warmed and oiled hands.
Some day, Claudia’s incredibly hot bottomside and I will be betrothed and travel the world seeking out various ports of call where such a special love is considered lawful. Until that time, I will continue to court her sweet boot from The Boot with flowers and mildly perverted come-ons. That’s really the full extent of my arsenal. Enjoy.
First, let me be clear about this. While those sandy marks on either of Claudia Romani’s blessed cheeks do clearly resemble my little eager baby hands, I am nowhere near Miami Beach at the moment. As always, my alibi continues to be drunk and passed out in a strip club in Los Angeles where several girls named Savannah can vouch for my all night stay. Still, I wish those were the mark of my prurient paws for the mere touch of Claudia’s booty is said to have the healing powers of the Fountain of Youth. Or at least two aspirin and a Viagra. Hot damn her blessed bottom makes me want to do extraordinarily stupid things.
As you know, once the laws of this land catch up to my internal moral compass, I shall take Claudia’s killer tush and make it my bride. If a man can’t love another woman’s asstastic forever and ever, I don’t know what love is. Truly I don’t. My family already knows. But I want the entire world to know. I love Claudia Romani’s butt! That was my Lloyd Dobler moment. Enjoy.