Amber Heard is French Jalouse magazine this month, spending most of her time prominently showing off that red-hued part of her face from which Johnny Depp and an apparently wide assortment of open-minded women currently receive blissful attention. I'm going to get a little vulgar here, but clearly the whole point of the majority of this spread is to arouse one's oral fantasies, so I think I can be forgiven for it. It just makes me think, as I stare at Amber's blood red lips and enter into a deep state of repose and contemplation as a result, what incredible acts of depravity and indulgence those lips have taken part in. Just think about that for a minute. Think about where those lips have been and the kinds of acts for which they have been employed. Imagine if all those moments were somehow recorded and chronicled for review, like the world's greatest compilation album. Could there ever be any good reason tear your eyes away from such a thing? Perhaps the imminent death of one's child? Or the deadly onrush of a rabid bull bent on piercing your balls with a blunt horn? Nah, I believe I would have to die or let others die before I missed a second of that splendid collection of moments.
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