Happy Hump Days are here again, the day before Thanksgiving, or two days before countless numbers of older women will be needlessly trampled to death so somebody can get twenty-five bucks off a Nintendo. Ok, semi-needlessly. Still, during this season I mostly turn my thoughts to more pleasant feelings of gratitude and thanks for those special people in my life. The very special ones like Ewa Sonnet who ever so benevolent is pouring honey onto her bodacious bare bosom to celebrate the bounty of the earth. Or something like that.
Sure, there’s peace and tranquility and sustenance and familial bonds and other swell things to pay homage to this Thanksgiving. And I will. But ever so secretly whilst dining on tryptophan and gravy, I will be thinking of Ewa’s glorious rack and the real meaning of the holiday dedicated entirely to thanks. Huzzah!
Women really are beautiful creatures. Here, there, around the world, in every nook and cranny of this blessed spinning orb. I imagine a planet full of men and I see myself working feverishly to build a rocket ship to take my chances on another hunk of rock. What’s the point of living without the fairer sex, the soft curvy bundles of visual and earthly tactile delight that encourage us to move ever onward, if not upskirtward.
On Wednesdays we celebrate the humps of happiness that brighten our every day, especially when bikinis come off and au naturally delicious curves are revealed on one of our favorite Asian glamour models, Auska Kirara. Wow. Just like any other day at the beach, save for the sweet teats and blessed lady nest of this inspiring treat from the East. Asuka, if I spoke your language, I’d still mostly just babble and stutter. I’d hope you’d find that awkwardly attractive. Or at least pitiful enough to comfort. Huzzah!
See More Asuka Kirara Topless Goodness »
Search the meaning of beauty and you’ll find a million different answers. I don’t recommend it, because it takes away time from Googling more important things like ‘honey covered hineys’ and such, but the point is, everybody has their own definition of beauty. For me, I’ll take the classics. One fine blonde British girl with perky peaches stripping out of white lacy lingerie. Maybe you chose rainbows or the sounds of children laughing on the playground. To each their own. I do not regret Holly Gibbons and her sweet chest peaches in any way shape or kind. Especially that shape or kind bit.
On Wednesdays we celebrate the hump of the week as we do the precious lady lumps that make everyday worth ogling. We don’t need elaborate staging or themes or even anything really other than lights, camera, and all the action of one tantalizing girl with bodacious ta-ta’s peeling back her silky nothings. Ah, beauty. Huzzah!
Sometimes you just need a little roundball in your life. Or perfectly round funbags of glamour models such as Abbey Barnsley who might appeal to you if you happen to dig blonde British girls with noteworthy curves who slink and preen poolside. So, maybe some of you, if not all. Abbey doesn’t necessarily fit into the au natural stepped out of the shower nature girl, but she fits rather neatly into numerous happy times dreams I have regarding myself, a hot stacked blonde, and a date for the finest restaurant in town we never quite make. Which works out well for me on two fronts, since I can’t possibly afford the finest restaurant in town. I have to go into my change cup just to get the double double at In & Out.
On Wednesday’s, we celebrate the gift of the hot middle of the week and that blessed terrain on fine female form from whence so many dreams are inspired. Really, who would want to grow up to be a man in a world without ta-ta’s? I just shuddered down to my soul, briefly, but profoundly. Nay, I’ll take the planet where the likes of Abbey Barnsley flashes her blessed mammaries simply because it makes the world smile. Huzzah!
See More Abbey Barnsley Topless Goodness »
People throw around the word ‘cliche’ like it’s a bad thing. But cliches often come about because they’re simply timeless truisms. Like the French maid costume. Sure, it’s not fresh, it’s cliche. But it works. And it never stops working, not when it’s being brought out of the closet once again by the crazy amazing body of Emma K for a striptease shoot in the boudoir. Yes, I am completely willing to suspend my disbelief for any amount of time and believe that Emma K is a maid I’ve brought over from Marseilles to clean all six hundred feet of my humble abode with a feather duster and a silky low cut asstastic revealing uniform. It could happen.
On Wednesday’s, the hump of the work week, why not dream a little dream of hitting the big boobtastic time with the likes of Emma K. Dreams are free and really have yet to be topped by anything on pay cable, though it’s often close. Emma K, you blessedly bosomed topless French maid, merci beaucoup. There will be a little something extra in your envelope this week. Huzzah!
Click to See Uncensored »
Sometimes, all the time, you just need a cute girl with enormous tubes doing nekkid yoga on the balcony to get your blood flowing properly through your most important chakras. I’m sure I don’t know what I’m talking about yoga wise. But I do have a bit of experience with the nekkid female form. Not in person so much, but through the visual displays of such well-bosomed hotties as Luci Wilde whose display of the Eastern exercise arts out in the fresh air really has to be seen to be believed. And seen privately not to be locked up.
Luci Wilde and her fully loaded funbags remind us that sometimes glamour models do live up to their made up last names. Also, just how much grandly large ta-ta’s can lift your spirits. It really is like a magic trick. And when Luci goes on all fours supine, well, something more than just a rabbit pops out of the hat. Huzzah!
See More Luci Wilde topless Hotness »
Somedays you just need one wicked hot young blonde woman taking off her clothes in the great outdoors to bring a smile to your all over. That sweetheart for me today is Elle Richie, just one glowing fine glamour model of the striptease in the meadow variety. I’m having flash backs to dreams I’ve had since before my bobos descended of seeing girls like Elle frolicking nekkid like woodland nymphs. She’s not wearing a bow and arrow, but I can add that part in my mind given how epic her allure, not to mention her sweet perfect melons.
The middle of the week is as good a cause for celebration of ridiculously hot girls without their clothes on as any other. Surely, humpday comes as a natural course of events. And there’s no better way to celebrate than with a naturally fine young lady tempting, teasing, preening, and posing for the singular purpose of brightening your day. Blessings to you, Elle Richie. Huzzah!