Independence was not won by the mere desire of a people to be free, it was a hard fought victory wrenched from the bloody grasp of tyrants. None of which really has all that much to do with two extremely hot women with major league funbags dueling each other for boobtastic supremacy. I mean, I guess the conflict part. But we always promote skin over violence here at Egotastic! The sins of the flesh ought to be enough thrill for any man.
Today’s Battle of the Boobtastic features the veteran Page 3 melon-baller Holly Peers, pitting her famous chestal region goodies up against minxy blonde hottie, Nicole Neal. While I’d climb any mountain and cross any sea just for the chance to smell either woman’s used linens (sometimes, honesty is not pretty), only one may be victorious in today’s competition. The burden is upon you, our faithful readers. Who’s ta-ta’s reign supreme?
Something we don’t see very often. Holly Peers with her clothes on. And might I say, she is one fine looking woman.
As a rule, we don’t just feature glamour models because of their amazing racks and heavenly bodies. Certainly, that is a significant factor. But we love beautiful women. And, on occasion, we must suffer the times these beautiful women are not nekkid.
Such as Holly Peers in this shoot for Pabo Swimwear. Sleek, sextastic, and cleavy, but without our usual epic reveal. And I still want to nuzzle Holly as an infant nuzzles its mother. Perhaps I’m growing. Enjoy.
Wow, this must be what those parents who have kids playing on opposing pro sports teams feel in those games where their offspring go head to head. Who to root for? You’re going to have to turn your back on one of your favorites at some point, watch them lower the head into their hands, and still all the while take joy in the triumph of your winning progeny. Precisely why I intend to have athletically untalented children. I couldn’t bear it.
But equally hard for me is a Page 3 Battle of the Boobtastic between two of my absolutely all-time darlings. The alt-brunette supreme queen Mellisa Clarke, and Holly Peers, whose amazing funbags I feel like I’ve imagined fondling since before my balls dropped. I can not make a choice. And, luckily, I don’t have to. That burden falls on you. So, as difficult as it is, I ask you, who’s ta-ta’s reign supreme?
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A bit of a stretch, but the birthday suit does remain our forever favorite wardrobe choice for ridiculously hot women like Holly Peers. However, given that a little lingerie adds some spice to life, and given that Holly Peers we do know will certainly be removing most of that lingerie, I suppose we can allow for some fun time silky naughty fashion shows. In this case, Holly’s modeling for Pabo lingerie, purveyor’s of adult fun time little bits of clothing.
And Holly wears them well. Or unwears them. I don’t know, my brain gets kind of scrambled when I stare too long at her faptastic funbags, which I do every time. It’s like when people tell you not to look directly at the sun during an eclipse, but you do, and then your eyes melt. Though that never happens. Though I am pretty sure that Holly’s amazing body is permanently etched upon my retinal cones at this point so I can see her even with my eyes closed. It’s kind of nice really. Enjoy.
Yes, Holly Peers was born beautiful, eventually to have a killer body hard to match by any other members of her species on this planet. But she also has skills. Like knowing how to strip. It’s an art form. It truly is. At least from a woman as ridiculously hot as Holly Peers. I once saw my elederly neighbor lady stripping out of her clothes in the apartment building laundry room and I can tell you that was not so much in the realm of art.
But Holly has it going on (and on). That body of hers makes me wish I hadn’t quit ballroom dancing after 1/2 lesson form my Groupon deal. I think Holly could have been impressed by my classic dance floor steps. I have to think of some angle until the day it can be the old tried and true ‘I have money’. Enjoy.
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Someday I’d like to have a party where the guest list was me, Rosie Jones, Holly Peers, and India Reynolds. And, no, you can’t come. Or any of my friends. Not even more female friends if I had any. Just the four of us, What’s that, Rosie Jones? A game of nekkid Twister? Why yes, that would be delightful. India, right hand to yellow. Holly, left foot to green. Yes, that is a green circle. No, that’s not my thumb. Oh, the fun we would have as we all tumbled together into a mass of bare flesh and Made-in-China vinyl game board.
Sadly, I was not invited to the party the three girls had with Nuts magazine and their photoshoot this past month, but we all do get to see the outtakes. Glorious glorious outtakes. Three wicked hot Britty babes with bodies that seems fashioned by the gods. All topless and twisty and… oh, no, left hand to… well, nevermind. Enjoy.
You can take your grey and white smoke signals all you want. Here at Egotastic!, when it’s time to elect a new queen of the chest puppies, we put our two top contenders of the week into the Thunderdome of Ta-Ta’s and let them duke it out for queen of the flesh hills. This is how grown men decide important matters.
This week’s Battle of the Boobtastic features Page 3 hotness from blonde delight Sam Cooke and her opponent, the ever-ready and ever-wood inducing Holly Peers. Two supremely fine women blessed with amazing chest puppies. You’d dream of taking both home to meet your mother, but there can only be one. So, you must decide, whose early spring melons reign supreme?
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