Emily Ratajkowski’s Perfect Cleavage Looks As Busty As Ever

I am trying to be turned on by Emily Ratajkowski right now, I really am, but I just can’t. Seeing her sit against that wall brings up too many bad memories from my youth. I was terribly abused back then. I was forced to sit against the wall in a similar position—although my legs were closer together because I ain’t no hussy—for minutes at a time.

I was forced to assume that position for any little grievance a sadist would have against me. Maybe I didn’t listen. Maybe I didn’t follow directions properly. It didn’t seem like there was any logic behind it, so I couldn’t avoid it. It got so bad that I finally just stopped playing basketball because the coach was so unreasonable.

Given my experience I have a hard time understanding why anyone would willingly sit against a wall. Not even a Emily Ratajkowski-level payday could get me to do it. When I quit that basketball team I promised myself that no man would ever treat me like that again, and I meant it. If I gave in just for an enormous fortune I would be a sellout. An incredibly rich sellout.

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