Oh, yes, the return of my many lovely virtual girlfriends from across the pond. The beautiful British birds that soar to such esteemed heights, all the better to catch a glimpse of their might magnificent funbags in full glory mode. The Page 3 Girls of Old Country lore here to bring on new urges, tingles, and all-over smiles. They are my Avengers.
This week’s grab bag of Page 3 funbags includes Mellisa Clarke, Courtnie Quinlan, India Reynolds, Nicole Neal, and Sam Cooke. It’s hard to know if you’re party is the party of the year, but if this sweet pot of sextastic girls is hanging by the pool, just give yourself a medal. This is world class goodie baring at it’s finest. Enjoy.
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We used to have these girls do battle. Now, I’ve evolved into pure peace mode where I simply want to smell the flowers, err, ogle the flowers of all of them, appreciative of British funbags in a more loving and uniting manner. Sure, the notion of girls pressing the chest flesh against one another in contest is beyond tingle inducing, and to be clear, I’m still imagining that right now, but why not a world where four amazing looking beauties with supreme racks can merely laugh and giggle and occasionally pillow fight when I ring the bell of extreme happiness? I’m not sure that’s even a real question
India Reynolds, Holly Peers, Sam Cooke, and Courtnie Quinlan were kind enough to bare their heavenly wares, two by two, eight by eight, for the pure power of passion. A more benevolent motive there never was, likely never will be. Sweet hot feel good peeks. No hidden agenda save for perhaps what lay beneath the belt. This is what I mean by an all-over smile. Enjoy.
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Busty Britty brunette veteran hottie India Reynolds chose to do a little covering up by way of not much cover up for this Pabo Lingerie shoot. The often topless glamourous of models was in see-through lingerie for a change of pace, but hardly any change to her award winning ridiculously hot body. You can pretty much see it all if you leer hard enough and why wouldn’t you leer hard enough? This peek-a-boo hobby of ours doesn’t ask much of you, but it does insist upon some decent eyeball commitment.
I’ve lusted for India Reynolds since the day her outrageously lust inducing body met my nervous system. It’s hardly stopped or waned, if anything, increased. If she’s moving now into teasy lingerie shoots, I’m going to need to give up my day job to make more time. Don’t worry, this is my night job. My day job involves playing a cowboy at bachelorette parties. I’m not proud of the work, but I do make enough money to treat the bites. Enjoy.
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I’m not sure at what internal temperature you know India Reynolds is ready to eat, but I’m going to take a guess at 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. I’ll have that in Kelvin degrees just as soon as I build a time machine and go back and pay attention in school. The brunette hottie glamour model decided it would be festive if she prepped and roasted the holiday turkey without her top on. I can tell you most chefs if not kitchen safety experts would not recommend having your sweet jugulars dangling so close to ovens and open flames. But sacrifices must be made in the form of culinary art. I speak from experience as man who once made chicken wings in the buff and shall never forget the singe of 375 degrees grease splatter on the nuggets. Never again.
Zoo magazine thought differently and convinced the lovely luscious India to be a more revealing Julia Childs. For those who are simply not interested in kitchen crafts, behold, the joy of cooking. Oh, man, that bird looks delicious. The one holding the turkey. Get it, because… nevermind. Enjoy.
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There’s really no reason to take two perfectly friendly glamorous girls with ridiculously hot bodies and force them into brutally honest chestal competition. Okay one reason. It’s really fun. The notion that you could have one of these set tremendous peaches perched over your drooling maw, let alone two battling it out for the right to perch. Wow, that’s like doubling down on the dream. I admire the ambition.
This week’s Battle of the Boobtastic features two of my all-time favorite all-stars, India Reynolds and her cheeky sweetness taking on Holly Peers, a woman for whom I’d root for the Raiders if she told me it made her hot. That’s a big give. She’s a big hot girl. For your part, it is the role to decide the winner, and, ergo, the not winner. In your opinion, between these two super fine vixens, whose ta-ta’s reign supreme?
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As you know, I’m a devout pacifist. Wait, does that mean you like to suckle on large bosomy teats when you’re feeling grumpy? That’s the word I meant. The idea that I’d actually put two gorgeous women with varying degrees of perfect funbags into actual battle against once another actually disturbs me greatly. But we all must make sacrifices if the greater ogling good is to be achieved. Hence, the often criticized by college feminist seminars Battle of the Boobtastic. Yes, it’s controversial, but it’s also crazy hot.
This week’s chesty competitors feature Sabine Jemeljanova, a complete darling with a racktastic to match and India Reynolds, a veteran brunette killer with the melons of a, well, melon goddess. I couldn’t possibly decide between the chesty goodness of these two super fine female forms. I leave that up to your intensive knowledge after years of hard boob-training. So, in your expert opinion, whose ta-ta’s reign supreme?
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Battle of the Boobtastic time. And this week’s showdown is nothing short of Tyson-Holyfield minus the ear biting. Though nipple nibbling is certainly encouraged among today’s stellar hot contestants. In one corner, blond bombshell Rihan Sugden and her naturally nice succulents. In the opposing corner, India Reynolds and her made in heaven mammaries. It’s like watching two top yachts race to the finish in the America’s Cup. I think that happens, I’ve never really watched.
But watch you must. Closely, clearly, indiscreetly. For you must decide which of these two absolute visions of allurement and sextastic goes home in smiles, and which in horribly depressed state of tears. Today, you play god. In your humble opinion, who’s ta-ta’s reign supreme?
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