I'm not a man who cries easily. Three times a day tops. Four the day I watched Saving Mr. Banks (damn you, Disney). But Ashley Sky and her Brazilian body domination forces my lachrymal glands, among others, to well up with anticipation of release. She's just so damn hot. And Brazil, how do you keep making these ultra fine female forms to spread around the world?
Featured in the latest edition of FHM magazine, Ashley barely covers her bodacious body, one of the most wicked hot on the planet, for a tease of extraordinary proportions. I think if you leer at Ashley for a while in this pictorial you'll begin to understand why I'm searching for Kleenex at this very moment. For my eyes, naturally. The sextastic takes its toll, one drop at a time. Enjoy.