I do so love a Dutch woman without her clothes on. Well, and skates or wooden shoes, naturally. They grow them tall and blonde and super sextastic in the lowlands of Flanders where the language is impossible to understand, but you don’t need to say much but ‘hubba hubba’ when perusing the long line of statuesque fair haired hotties of the land.
June Walton may sound like an innocent character from an old American TV family show, but she’s anything but G-rated in her pictorial in Glam Jam magazine, the periodical for the big boobtastic fantasy living in every man’s subconscious. June is all that and a butterscotch candy as my grandfather used to say when he was leering at women one-third his age. But, it’s true, I can almost taste the butterscotch while ogling June’s curvaceous female form. Never discount grandfathers, they’ve been doing what you’re doing right now for much longer than you. Enjoy.
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Well, I wouldn’t seek to circumscribe your total domain of wants and desires, but I could be happy with a topless inked up Australian model for at least a couple years of being lost on a desert island, as both of us became lost in in feral passions and procreative desires brought on by hunger and despair. In fact, hunger and despair are my two primary weapons in winning over members of the fairer sex.
Enter Leah Maree (Cahill). A bad-ass, hot-arsed model from Down Under. Leah Maree has it all working in fine tuned order in this spectacular shoot from Glam Jam magazine. The top, the bottom, the middle, the sides, the front, the back, the way she holds me down and demands I please her, though that last part may be primarily in my own imagination. I’m going to declare Leah Maree a must-ogle girl. She frightens me and yet makes me happy tingle. This is the dream combo. Enjoy.
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