We haven't seen much of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley of late. Granted, she needs to slip some mickeys into Jason Statham's milk just to get free of his benevolently possessive grasp, but we sure do miss this lithesome Britty supermodel and her body of pure perfection. Rosie was out in London pimping something to do with Coca-Cola, which I'm going to guess based on the looks of her long lean and lovely form is not something she consumes in mass quantities herself.
For the professional endeavor, Rosie went deep low cut on the frontside, revealing a healthy amount of her healthy hand warmers nearly dangling out of her dress. I'd like to buy the world a Coke, but I'd like to purchase five minutes of Rosie in the broom closet time just for myself. Oh, the giggling we would get up to. Followed by a series of not so manly plaintive wails. I am very vocal. Rosie, just pretend it's the sounds of nature and let's delight in our few minutes together as primitive beasts in the field. Enjoy.