Kelly Brook

Kelly Brook and Her Crotch Hugging Stretch Pants Are Moving In

Oh, to be mostly alive and living in Los Angeles. It was kind of sucky yesterday with all the smog and traffic and hot wings being raised ten cents to cover the cost of animal cruelty provisions. But then I found out Kelly Brook and her curves of wonderment are moving here. Oh, happy days to be the peeping and mildly stalking my curvaceous neighbor hottie with both my monocle, binoculars, and tri-focal lens I invented specifically for the purpose of Mr. Happy having something to see as well.

Kelly was putting around town over the weekend in her booty and sweet crotch parts hugging blessed stretch pants looking for a new house to call her home. Well, our home I like to think since she broke up from that muscle bound goon she was dating while secretly wishing she could be with the slightly less bench pressy me. Kelly, I have so many housewarming gifts for you. Almost entirely unwrapped, as they shall stay until you move in and I popover with my presents and some brownies. Welcome to the neighborhood, Kelly. If you see creepy things in the trees, I’m sure you’re just imagining them. Enjoy.

Kelly Brook Flashes Legs And A Little Cleavage While Pumping Gas

The lovely Kelly Brook was spotted being all cleavy while pumping gas in LA. Kelly has some of the best knockers out there right now and she enjoys showing them off. She had on a low cut shirt which displayed her funbags to the world. Just because you are out doing errands doesn’t mean you should keep your boobies hidden from view. Kelly also had on a short skirt which let us get a good look at her sexy legs. Kelly is one of those girls next door kind of hot. I mean, she doesn’t look like any girl I ever lived next door to. Maybe if you live in a gated community that caters to hot people. She more reminds me of the head cheerleader/homecoming queen type of girl. The kind who might say hi to you in the hallway to be nice but would never date you in a million years.

Speaking of which, Kelly is newly single, guys. So, good luck with that.

Kelly Brook See-Through Top and Short Skirt; Yes, Bill, There Is a Santa Clause

Three months before the Yuletide and St. Nick has already brought me exactly what I want. Kelly Brook and her bodacious yams of glory on the streets of Los Angeles in a see-through sheer top and bra and a short skirt showing off her wrap-around-me-oh-please-dear-god legs. Damn, this is how the sidewalks in heaven surely must look. Kelly Brook with a big smile and even big funbags and happy time nipples.

Every now and then my faith in humanity is restored. Though that is completely insignificant compared to my faith in the power of crazy hot women with glorious ta-ta’s to make me smile all over. Kelly Brook induces more smiles than she could possibly ever know. Thank you, Santa. I still want the Lego Star Wars MIB set, but this is the best teaser gift ever. Enjoy.

Kelly Brook Daisy Duking Booty Curves On Melrose

Kelly Brook is back in town. My town I mean. You didn’t even have to tell me. I felt a familiar twitch in the middle of the night. Like a good kind of cramping. Some people can tell the coming change in weather with their bunions, my happy parts alert me to the presence of super big and showy Funions of the sextastic celebrity kind.

Kelly Brook reminds us that ladies who require two hands, two feet, and everything in between to contain their bodacious curves have been the true banners of feminine passion inducement through the ages. No knocks on the slender gals who also float my boat, but through the eons the busty girls with the wide hips and the jiggly parts have been especially revered as the fecund femmes of the faptastic. Kelly Brook would indeed be their queen. Or my queen if she’d simply take me up on my offer. Kelly, call me, I’ve got lots of fluffy bath sponges. Enjoy.

Kelly Brook Offers Up Yet Another Day of Mesmerizing Cleavetastic

Yesterday was Kelly Brook showing off in bright orange, today, low cut black dress outside of the BBC offices to make sure everybody within ten Big Ben distances got a stiff peek at her flouncing boobtastic. If those Kelly Brook funbags aren’t a British historical landmark, I’m not sure what would qualify.

We had the privilege of hosting Kelly Brook in her Spandex over the summer in Los Angeles. The backside frontside combo views in the warm weather were something spectacular. Presumably Kelly has returned home and I shall miss the memories of her mammaries up and down the local boulevards here. But, such is the life of the wandering ogler. Ours is but to lust far away. Enjoy.

Kelly Brook Cleavetastically Orange in London

Well, hello, Kelly Brook ample and alluring bosom. Some people have conjectured that I actually have a pet name for each of Kelly’s faptastic funbags, but that seems a bit crass and objectifying. Though if I were crass and objectifying, I’d go with Whoa and Daddy’s Pillow.

Kelly is back from her summer in Los Angeles in London where she’s giving the hometown peeps a peek at her ever epic twin powered cannons of lust in a cleavetastically low cut orange dress. Kelly always goes for bright colors in the summer sunshine when her mams are in full gloating position. She really should be marked on dynamic tourist maps of London so you can find her spectacular udders when you visit the city. I’m certainly going there before Big Ben. Whoa, Daddy’s Pillow, I’m coming soon. Enjoy.

Kelly Brook Busty Bodacious Boobnes Grainy But In Your Face Goodness

I don’t care how poor the conditions or how great the distance, I can spot Kelly Brook and her mams a’plenty from halfway across the globe with my naked eye. I’d prefer being close up and Kelly being naked, but you get what you get and you don’t complain. My mom taught me that. Granted, she didn’t look like Kelly Brook, bless her heart. Though in my dreams Kelly Brook does do some serious nurturing work with me while I’m in a onesie.

Kelly Brook was out at a party for the Celebrity Big Brother House something or other. Her boyfriend Muscle Head is in the House I think. I’m sure it’s a nice consolation to be kicked out of the stupid reality show house to find Kelly Brook and her massive yams of gold waiting for you in a tight sweater. Lucky bastard. Those are my nursing teats! Enjoy.