Jessica Simpson is a fashion designer. You know, just in case you forgot due to the fact that her sexiness tends to make things a bit hazy. But beyond being incredibly hot and possessing a fantastic singing voice, she also just so happens to sell some pretty fantastic fashion staples as well. How does she do it? That one's obvious; she still has a fantastic set of big bouncy boobies, duh!
Hey, we're not concerned with making good time. We just want the time to be good.
We've got visions of turkey legs, ham hocks, pumpkin pies, and sugar plums spinning round our visage. And, yeah, babes being plowed from both ends are worked in there too. What?
What with the buzz, the hustle, the buildings, the nightlife, the culture, the well-heeled denizens who know how to get the fuck down
Watching people bone is fun. Boning someone yourself is funner. And watching yourself bone someone? It might be funnest.
What is the most ideal, exotic locale upon which the effulgent jizzload should alight? Tits. Oh yeah.
We've got to give some major props to articles of clothing expressly designed for entering the bone zone.
Encountering a redhead in the wild has been said to bring the beholder good luck. So, uh, hella slammin' that scarlet stunner must lead to strokes of sheer serendipity.
Bless our lucky stars -- what is this world we live in, of double-dicks, triple kiss, quadruple tits, or any such combination bouncing between our bedposts?
Much attention is given to the front-part of the babely bod. But, we think the posterior is worth a good amount of reflection too. Reflection and dicking.
Because, hey, after the party and before you take your costume off is some prime fuck time.
Known as "the fairer sex" they've been venerated throughout time as bastions of beauty, caretakers of the earth, emanating love and wisdom with every floating step. They also eat a mean pussy. Ladies, put ya hands up! And then into us.
You know what they say about too many cocks in the kitchen... that there's no such thing.
We've got much love for knee socks, stockings with seams up the back, bare feet and argyle... but there's just something about the fishnet that gets us flowing.
The whole human posterior is a veritable playground -- and we much appreciate anyone who isn't afraid to take a whirl on the monkey bars if you get our drift.
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