Wow, I go away for one lousy day and come back to find my future wife Edita Vilkeviciute flaunting around the private beach in St. Bart's without her top on, taking topless selfies with her topless girl friend, and even changing bottoms on the beach. What is this world coming to? This is really the first time we've ever candidly seen Edita showing off her ridiculously hot body completely candid.
As you may know, the Lithuanian hot model has almost agreed in some measure other than her restraining orders to be my future bride. Like most passionate, near ceaseless sexual romps, our candles will burn out long before our legend ever does, maybe 18 months tops on the marriage, but, it's all about the memories. I have completely given Edita permission in the past to be baring her body for magazines and professional shoots. I mean, somebody has to earn the NFL TV package in our marriage. But this candid beach romping without any top on. And those selfies? Where are those going to exactly, because I surely don't see them in my inbox.
I really do try to be a nice guy. When a bunch of you wrote in to complain how topless photos of my future bride were being censored in the Daily Mail and similar publications, I went out and secured the original uncensored clicks from the photographer. I guess nice guys really do finish last, at least in the line of people who get sneak peeks of Edita's all over crazy hot birthday suit. I think Edita and I might need some pre-marital counseling. Enjoy.
Edita Vilkeviciute Nekkid and Full Frontal Bikini Changing in St. Barts
I'm beginning to feel a little bit like that William H. Macy character in Boogie Nights who keeps finding his professional adult film star wife 'engaged' in off hours work at every turn. I've just recovered from knowing that my future wife and extremely hot model Edita Vilkeviciute has been hanging out topless on the beach in St. Barts, now I've discovered she was caught changing and all over nekkid on the beach for all the world to see. Well, all the Egotastic! world to see. I feel like our relationship could use a few boundaries.
Obviously, I'm polyamorous, meaning, I have zero self restraint. And I expected to bring this up with Edita when she stops sicking her Teutonic dogs on me every time I get within fifty feet. But the idea that she's just going to flash her perfect bare funbags and lady nest, not to mention that world class bottom, sans any clothing whenever and wherever she likes. Well, I'm going to have to talk to her about who is wearing the pants in this future marriage. Hopefully, it won't be more for any great lengths. Enjoy.