bill-swift - May 16, 2016
Holy Jessica SimpsonÂ funbags, Batman. The platinum bleached blonde pop singer and successful businesswoman delighted in a beverage or four over dinner and exited Mastro's steakhouse looking all kinds of bubble and boobtastic and barely contained in her very low cut blue dress. I'm not exactly sure how she made it through dinner without spilling out of her top, let alone how the gentleman ogler's at neighboring tables were able to chew down their perfectly charred flesh. It's hard to eat when you can't swallow.
Jessica's purty pair of magnificent mammaries have grown by at least twenty percent by my scientific examination using lots of laboratory beakers and bubbling cauldrons and a tap measure. Her chest has become the sweet visual wonderment of early legend. Especially if she keeps hitting the town and vodka tonics in super revealing dresses. I'd feel more sorry for her husband who has to carry her out of such places if it weren't for the fact he gets to help her undress back at home. That must be like finding a great bit of lost treasure. Enjoy.
Photo Credit: AKM-GSI
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