Nothing gets me going more than a set of good, old fashioned tits. They look real, too. You think they're real? Might make me feel better if they were. But I guess when it comes down to it, what does it really matter, anyway? They're fun both real and fake.
But what would I know, I haven't seen a real-live naked woman since 1994.
(By the way, NSFW. You know me, always looking out to keep you employed.)
[courtesy of Big Ten Poon, which seems like an oxymoron]
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