Kelly Brook

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.

Kelly Brook Is All Booty And Cleavage in LA

English model and sexy beast Kelly Brook looked effing amazing in her tight workout clothes in Los Angeles. Kelly was on her way to the gym when the photog spotted her ginormous ta-tas bouncing down the street. You know you’ve got a crazy huge rack when normal clothes can no longer contain them. She’s about to tear through that shirt Incredible Hulk style. The other thing you notice about this outfit is how absurdly awe inspiring her booty looks in her tight workout pants. Kelly is my kind of gal. I like a woman with shapely thighs and butt. Maybe it’s the Latin man in me, but I wouldn’t know what to do with one of these girls with no junk in the trunk. As the great philosopher Sir Mix-A-Lot once said, “I like big butts. I cannot lie”.

If working for this site has taught me anything over the years is that I really need to find whatever gym all these hot models and actresses got to and get a membership. I can halfheartedly do the elliptical machine if it means I can see hot women in workout clothes.

Kelly Brook Superb Tight Stretch Pants for the Booty Side and Camel Toe Peeping Win

Kelly Brook continues to invade both Los Angeles and my thoughts as she struts about daily in various and sundry super tight stretch pants barely containing her ample booty, and in some cases, flashing signs of the toe of the luscious camel in the front. Oh, yes, it’s quite obvious to see Kelly’s lady parts are in full working and receptive order. Complete with post workout sweat. I’d say that’s just about the perfect picture.

I knew Kelly Brook was in my neighborhood long before I read about it anywhere. My Spidey-senses tingle at the proximity of her two hands full scoops of bodacious booty. The fact she’s flaunting her asstastic within a few clicks of my location has my hands fluttering and barely able to type. Maybe it’s lust, maybe it’s gravity, but something is definitely tugging at not my heart strings. Kelly, keep up the fine work. And stretch pants, bless you once more. Enjoy.