Last week, I posted some images of Victoria's Secret model Irina Shayk dressed in full leathers. No real hints of skin were showing and the woman still looked as if she was strutting down the street bare as a newborn baby. Shayk walks like sex, looks like sex, practically reeks of the musky afterglow perfume that sex leaves in your cheap hotel room. But Irina in her leathers is nothing compared to when she's hard at work selling her real wares - lacy lingerie. This is where you start to see swirls around the corners of your vision as you glare into your computer monitor, captivated and convinced that at any second, this otherwise cruel, cruel world is going to open up some wormhole, vortex into her bedroom and welcoming arms (and long, long, have I mentioned long? legs). She might be a dumb as most of the mouth breathers wandering around your local mall this week (and if you laugh at witnessing them, guess what? YOU'RE one of THEM!!) and I wouldn't care. She's a shiskabob of sexy and I wanna slide each tender morsel off the stick one at a time.
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