I miss my Page 3 girls, I really do. They didn’t technically go anywhere, but when the Sun pulled that stunt and pretended they were taking them away, I went through all twenty-seven stages of grief pretty quickly. Granted, twenty-four of those stages involved some kind of junk food or malted beverage. No reason you can’t experience anger and disbelief while eating some Doritos and cleansing the palate with a Pacifico. So, the girls technically never left, but my feelings got misplaced. Beneath all this muscle and more muscle, I’m sensitive guy.
Still, I want to check in with my lovely British lasses semi-regularly just to make sure they’re doing well and their funbags are still all kinds of stupendous. Which, indeed is the case for our lovely Rosie Jones, Kelly Hall, Sabine Jemeljanova, and Lacy Banghard. Four ladies I’m proud to call platonic friends. Okay, I’m not so proud about the platonic part. Give them a gander and an eyeball hello. It’s been a while. Enjoy.
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Now that Page 3 and it’s bevy of beauties is back, we feel obliged to peek into the locker room of changing bikini bottom only girls to see how things are going. It’s sort of my benevolent duty and quite possibly my only remaining superpower. Hence, an ogle at the super fine female forms that are Rosie Jones, Courtnie Quinlan, and Holly Peers, no longer in battle, for the moment, but more like sorority poolside perfection.
I do so love the Britty girls with bodacious ta-ta’s. Young brunettes who gives so much to so many for so little. Alas for them, great for us. They really do provide that bit of cheeky goodness a man needs before setting off to sea or just trying to get up off the couch after a particularly compelling episode of Murder She Wrote. Bless you bubbly English ladies and the tops you took off to get us here. Enjoy.
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As my consistently drunk Uncle Eddie used to sing each December, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas… in my pants. It was kind of funny even though he laughed so hard he’d pass out then my parents would let him sleep it off in my bed while I got the couch. There’s really no substitute for family.
Or for wicked hot British brunette object d’ lust like Rosie Jones who knows precisely how to treat the holidays. With reckless topless abandon and some naughty Santa’s helper type costumery. Rosie Jones doesn’t need much production value to make her the belle of the Yuletide topless ball, with her absolutely lust inducing perfect female form on full display. Oh, Rosie, you bring back so many fond memories of Christmases past imagining you in nothing but a single chimney hung stocking. We could embrace in coital passion right beneath the Douglas Fir, flocking with abandon. Now, I’ve gone and corrupted Christmas once more. I blame you, Rosie, and those stellar funbags. Enjoy.
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Sometimes, you’ve just got to say, hey, hot lady, what you got there under that top that’s so darn special? What I like to do is say that to two super fine ladies knowing full well that what each of them has under their tops is so damn enticing I will probably collapse to the floor in a splash of my own flop sweat. Nevertheless, the greater good is served in a little challenge we like to call the Battle of the Boobtastic.
This week’s outstandingly sextastic contestants are young veteran champ Rosie Jones and her udders of perfection challenged by the brunette stunner Courtnie Quinlan. One woman will walk away the winner, the other, well, just have to settle for being a great looking woman with a near perfect body. Alas and alack. It remains up to you to decide, to the victor go the eyeball spoils. In your expert opinion, between these two pillars of the passion inducement, whose ta-ta’s reign supreme?
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Rosie Jones is one of my favorite models who likes taking off their clothes a lot. She’s just friggin sexy as F. She starts off in a series of sexy lingerie numbers that accentuate those amazing funbags. She then obliges us with what we really want to see, namely her naked boobies. They seem all natural to me, but huge, just like I like ‘em. Is there anything sexier than a pair big perky of naturals? I think not. She’s also been gifted with a supernaturally wonderful booty. If I was a woman, I’d take a shot of her booty to the plastic surgeon and say, “make me look like that”. It’s such a perfectly round butt that it draws lesser derrieres into its orbit. If Rosie’s booty doesn’t make you jump for joy then you might need to examine your life.
Oh, sweet Rosie. Thank you for the gift of your funbags and butt. You are a true humanitarian.
You know my udder fondness for Rosie Jones, a glamorous revealer of her faptastic funbags since the day she turned eighteen. But you also know my allure for the ginger topped fuller bodied Lucy Collett who reminds us all that soft and curvy is so very much sextastic. It’s like having to decide between two big football games on at the same time, or, the worst, glazed or chocolate at Dunkin in the morning. I just can’t make such monumental choices.
As always, the Battle of the Boobtastic relies on you, the fine gourmands of the mammary glands, to separate the tops from the even better tops. The luscious from the delicious. The squeezable from the huggable. The lovelier of the two ladies profoundly moving boobtastic. I do not envy your work. But work you must. Between Rosie and Lucy, whose ta-ta’s reign supreme?
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It’s always difficult for me when two particularly favorite ladies of the lust-inducement industry step into the same round ring of titular excellence to compete chest to chest for the top melons of the week. It’s like kissing your cousin, if your cousin happens to be crazy hot with a rack built in heaven itself.
In this week’s Battle of the Boobtastic, India Reynolds takes on Rosie Jones for the ultimate conflict of sweet teats smooshed up against one another in contention for the crown. I haven’t the stomach or heart to decide between these two luscious female forms. So, decide you must, break a heart, elate a soul, it’s up to you. Between these two faptastic sweethearts, whose ta-ta’s reign supreme?
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