Jordan Carver can't not be sexy; everything she does is pretty damn hot. But when she starts scarfing down a large sausage, well, the libido levels are going to hit mission critical.
Ever since the boobtastic wonder moved to Los Angeles, I've been dying to have an accidental run in with her mountains of mammarial mmmm, who knew that she'd be at the brau suckling on a brat? I guess you can't take the German out of the German girl after all. Enjoy.
Editors note: some or all of the images in this post have been removed at request of JCM.
Sometimes I start leering into the fabulous funbags of Jordan Carver and the next thing I notice is that the clock on the wall has advanced four hours and my neck hurts something awful. It's the strangest phenomenon. There's something magical about those full-sized flesh puppies of hers, some mystical and alluring Siren call built within, to crash men's libidos upon the rocky shores of reality, but not before a solid bit of imagination fun time.
In her recent Moroccan themed green bikini pictures, Jordan Carver once again manages to cover her ginormous melons with just her bitty hands, an incredibly dexterous feat that I would applaud, were it not for the net effect of covering up her full jugtaculars. Still, just a whole lot of awesome. Enjoy.
Here's what we know.
Bodacious boobtastic model Jordan Carver was in Vegas for her birthday and decided to have a pillow fight with Sin City model, Destiny Danger.
That's all we know. And with the words 'Jordan Carver' and 'pillow fight', you don't really ask follow up questions, you just smile, drool, and mouth the words, "May I have some more warm milk please, Mother?' Enjoy.
I knew I felt some type of disturbance in The Force last evening, a gravitational pull upon me staff that could only be explained by the presence of not one, but two new moons in local orbit around the Egotastic! offices, and, indeed, my suspicions were confirmed upon seeing Jordan Carver dining out in Hollywood last evening, her two stellar orbs on bright red cleavetastic display outside Maestro's steakhouse. A juicy bit of red meat indeed.
It's not that I want to stare like a catatonic drooling fool at Jordan's amazingly well-rounded foreground funbags, it's just that it's impossible not to. They're blessed beasts of nature that demand optical attention. Those State Fair blue ribbon melons have caused many a man to suffer horrific kinks in his neck, let alone the kinks in other places. They ought to be registered as lethal weapons; and I'd like to handle the registration process. Oh, dear Jordan, now that you're in town, won't you please please unleash those grandiose puppies. Enjoy.
Editors note: some or all of the images in this post have been removed at request of JCM.
Okay, so maybe bustastic model supreme Jordan Carver can't actually play the piano, but all I hear when I look into her chest her eyes is the sweet dulcet sounds of a symphony perfectly in tune. The strings, the horns, the brass, and most definitely the enormous bass drums, all playing their part in creating the perfect sextastic harmony.
It's not that we're so much in lust with Jordan Carver here as we are just sort of standing and staring in quiet silence, in the manner of a dog with laser beam focus on the treat in his master's hands. If her melons moved left, we'd dart in that direction forthwith. Enjoy.
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Jordan Carver And Her Titanic Twosome Put the Mmmm in Modern Dance
Editors note: some or all of the images in this post have been removed at request of JCM.
Don't think we'd forget today was humpday, the magical middle of the workweek when only a fine set of knockers will liberate your inner soul.
While not baring her bounty fully, as it her teasy want, Jordan Carver and her amazingly awesome funbags still manage to captivate the gentleman ogler audience while sort of kind of dressed. And stretching for dance class, well, that is just downright genius. I want to kiss the photographer, you know, right after kissing Jordan on the place where Mother Nature has provided for nourishment. Yes, I do need help. Enjoy.