Michelle K will give you a signed nude pic with every album! (Idolator)
Kendall Jenner and her nips walk the runway. (TMZ)
Beyonce‘s new video has her traipsing around in lingerie. (Drunken Stepfather)
I don’t know who Pilar Lastra is but she is muy caliente in underwears. (Hollywood Tuna)
Iris Kavkas in lingerie gives me a Kafkaesque feeling in my pants. (Popoholic)
I don’t care what Bette Midler says, Ariana Grande is a hottie. (The Superficial)
Meet Playboy’s Stephanie Corneliussen. Spoiler Alert: She’s got big ol funbags. (COED)
Ukraine happens to be a land of many gaggles of super fine young women. So many of the world’s top supermodels hail from the Ukrainian lands. Like Anna Andres who was recently crowned Miss Ukraine to be competing in the Miss Universe pageant. They don’t just hand out that title to any shlub off the streets of Kiev. Oh, no, just check out Anna’s curriculum vitae by way of this steaming sextastic pictorial in the new edition of GQ Russia. Wow, as to the brunette, triple wow as to everything that lay beneath the hair line.
Someday, I’d like to be a judge in one of these world class pageants. Naturally I’d be fair and just and unbiased and treat all the contestants equally. I mean, among the group that refused my salacious advances obviously. The girls who let me play with their toes would naturally receive some higher marks in the contribution to society scoring. There’s fair and then there’s practical. I can be fairly easily bought. Oh, Anna, please do buy me. Enjoy.
DJ Colleen Shannon had her turntables out and spinning in this photoshoot for 138 Water in Malibu. Colleen started off wearing a tiny blue bikini that showed off those gorgeous knockers splendidly. But you know what makes a better top? If there is no top! She seems to have lost it in the surf and only had her hands to try and hide the massive bulk of those famous subwoofers of hers. Needless to say, there is all kinds of tasty boobie flesh sticking out of her tender little fingers. But let’s not forget that booty, y’all. It’s tight and fully packed. I often think on Colleen’s booty and how magical it is. What I wouldn’t give to snuggle up to those buns for a few minutes.
Paris Hilton was just named the top woman DJ at some awards show for DJs. I’m sure Colleen is feeling kind of sad. I’d gladly cheer her up.
They’re calling this a pre-production promo shoot for a film called Descent into the Maelstrom. I know it’s an Edgar Allen Poe story because I remember not reading it when assigned in high school. I don’t see the movie listing anywhere. Nevertheless, it did bring out Maitland Ward in almost no clothes for a marketing shoot of the boobtastic variety. Real film or not, the chance to see the most sextastically boobtastic cosplay girl of the mammarial moment is always worthwhile as the former Boy Meets World starlet barely covered her glorious cans and even flashed her midsection and an area my granny used to call the ‘off limits’. I can say only this, Maitland seems to wax her off limits to a sheeny shine.
Maitland Ward has recently been in the media talking about how cool she is with utilizing her feminine bodily gifts to her career benefit. Kind of refreshing really to hear a woman relieve me of any leering type guilt I might be harboring. Honesty really is the best policy. Well, honestly along with serious skin flashes. Enjoy.
Hello delicious hot Hungarian lingerie model extraordinaire Barbara Palvin laying there all semi-nekkid like. How you doing?
Barbara Palvin continues to be the hottest woman I know named Barbara, upping her nomenclature cred with this Nico photoshoot for Madame Figaro magazine. Obviously there subtext and themes and styling and other things that people not my friends care about, but for the gentleman ogler, so much goodness to ogle even within the morass of distractions. Barbara Palvin truly is one of the heavenly creatures who walks this earth to create feelings of delight and yearning in her wake, both in equal measure. Someday, I’d like to let Barbara Palvin be my girlfriend. I’m sure that’s what all those unopened letters from her attorney sitting on my kitchen table must be requesting. She is a looker alright. Enjoy.
If it’s true that black and white photography helps the viewer respond more intently to the subject matter of the photo rather than the distractions of color, then I have to say, Alyssa Arce and her magnificently alluring female form is one fine selection for a black and white expose.
Featured in this Dominic Petruzzi pictorial, the Playboy hottie and all around delicious model delight shows a coquettish side to her feminine guiles that is warming my cockles to about eleven hundred degrees Kelvin. I think that’s hot, I can’t remember. Needless to say, Alyssa, we can create our own colorful symphony from the melodic combinations of our breathless and sweaty lovemaking aerosolizing into the strata. I’ll probably do most of the sweating, you just do what you do best, lay all feline and passion inducing wise. You and your outstanding body do it ever so well. Enjoy.
Oh, to be the lucky hand of Caitlin O’Connor, covering ever so not modestly her perfect set of funbags whilst pimping the bottled water on the beach in Malibu. I might be tempted to call for a curtain and a ten minute coffee break just to perfect my actually cup and hold of my tender nuggets. But that’s me. I’m immodest. If I had boobs they’d find me soaked to death after 96 straight hours in the tub.
The 138 bottled water maniacs continue to bemuse me. I’m quite certain I’ve never seen a bottle of their water sold anywhere in stores. At least not the stores I frequent, which are albeit rather on the discount mart side. Still, if they’re going to keep hiring models and getting them half-nekkid on the beach for fun time photoshoots, who am I too argue. The makers of ricin poison could launch similarly sextastic photoshoots and I’d get behind them in support. Enjoy.