I’m going to officially call this a new trend. Maybe it’s an old trend that is new again, but for some inexplicable and entirely fortunate and blessed reason, the hot ladies of Tinsel Town are no longer wearing bras beneath their sheer tops. Maybe they burned their bras in feminist protest, or, more likely, their wardrobe klatch friends and assistants have assessed that this is the new height of fashion sensation.
I certainly feel sensational peeking at the poking nipples of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley casually promenading in Malibu as if we are not all staring at her petite but so sweet funbags. Who says fashion is boring? Well, I do, but not today in the new era of braless boobtastic see-through tops. I couldn’t be happier about modern style. Enjoy.
I know people make fun of me for my vast women’s magazine subscriptions. Go on, chuckle, just like the middle school skate gang that terrorizes me outside my own stoop when I go to retrieve my lady journals. But who has the last laugh when the very first Miley Cyrus topless pictures show up in W Magazine, along with Lara Stone topless, Miranda Kerr barely covered nekkid in the bed, and Cindy Crawford, well, damn. Oh, why not throw in Rosie-Huntington-Whiteley in a see-through bra, Vanessa Hudgens different looking hotness, Milla Jovovich stunning, Rita Ora biting on a bed sheet, and Ciara looking boudoir sextastic.
It’s only one of the finest magazine photo spreads ever. Certainly monumental, epic, and initiating the clarion call for a little private time viewing. Yep, who’s laughing now Mr. Postman, old neighbor lady, skate kids, and mom? You’ve had your fun belittling me through the years. I’ll take my topless wicked hot celebrity photos and my perfume samplers, thank you very much. Enjoy.
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I’m still not quite clear why the celebs bring their designer handbags to the gym, then again, I’m hardly looking at the accessories of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley when so much of her mainframe is on display in her blessed stretch pants and cut-off top leaving the gym this morning in L.A. Oh, that arse on my belusted Britty model.
Rosie has been hitting the work outs pretty hard of late. This leads me to believe she has something extra special in the works in terms of visual exhibition. I always hope and pray for full nekkid pictorials, though not sure I can possibly even dream so high with the hotness that is Rosie Huntington-Whiteley. For now, I’ll be content with staring at her tummy and mapping out the sweat stains on her Spandex. It’s a hobby I highly recommend. Enjoy.
I do so lust Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, in perfect post-gym form. Sunglasses, lipstick, body baring workout outfit, handbag that costs more than my annual rent. It’s all there and ever so perfect with the addition of some finely worked on abdominal muscles and a tight, lickable (if I may) stomach.
It’s rather rare to see any Brit flashing skin in the midday sun, let alone one as fine as Rosie, but certainly a treat for the tummy loving ogling eyes. Especially without her protective draping boyfriend around to ruin the pictures. There’s so many games I’d love to play on Rosie’s tight midriff, some of which I’m quite certain are not sold in stores. Oh, Rosie, let me have a bounce or three. Enjoy.
Man, how I do lust Rosie Huntington-Whiteley. Even though her mere name has always sounded to me somewhat like ‘can’t afford me’, which is likely true, the hot Brit fashion and lingerie model continues to float my boat, warm my cockles, and do things to my rooster I dare not mention on this family oriented site.
The lovely lass is once again in a Marks & Spencer lingerie catalog shoot, providing glimpses of what it might be like to see Rosie dressing and undressing in the boudoir you share with the sextastic model. I imagine I would spend most of my life savings purchasing lingerie for Rosie to feel feminine in, even if it is to be mostly chewed apart by my teeth as Rosie and I embrace in the exchange of sweet bodily nectar for three to four minutes she will never ever forget. Mmm, nectar. Enjoy.
Without sounding too Nostradaumus, I was peeking into the wide open cleavetastic dress of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley at the British Fashion Awards and wondering how the heck her blessed boobtastic was staying concealed behind that dress. Well, it didn’t take much of a jiggle and turn stepping outside the awards before Rosie’s entire lust-inducing chest puppy came fully into view. Quite the sight for sore eyes and soon to be sore other body parts. I could almost feel Jason Statham somewhere going berserker. That’s how good it was.
Some days you just get lucky. We try our best to make that happen here everyday at Egotastic!, the Wonka factory for hot girls. Enjoy.
Talk about your eyeball workouts. Checking out Rosie Huntington-Whiteley leaving the Tracey Anderson fitness place thing in Studio City was quite the stretch for the retinal cones. Between the long and lean and lovely British model in her yoga pants showing off her lower female form, and her excited nipples poking through her tank top, I really felt the burn.
My doctor is always reminding me how healthy exercise is for the mind, body, and soul. He knows me well enough that I’ll just assume he meant watching. Enjoy.