Thursday, 23 February 2012


I am massively proud of my legs. I have a pair of legs that stop traffic. Shapely and muscular. I get them after my Mum. You see, she at the age of 65 still gets wolf whistles at her legs. Mum... we had our differences but the legs, I can only blame you for that pair. That perfect muscular yet soft balance between calf and thigh as it emerges from the delightful peaks of my arse. God, I love these! Don't you?

Enojoy the Helmut Newton take on these...

1 comment:

  1. Love it, gorgeous i should say. The smooth muscular limbs endorse those buns in way, it gives hardon to anyone calls himself a man.