Mother of god...
There are literally no words to describe the cacophony of anguished cries my manhood is releasing right now at the sight of Christina Hendricks and her ginormously perfect bewbs pushed into some impossible cleavage sculpture. Her tits are literally mooning her chin right now. Yeah, I guess there's also some booze there, as these are some kind of ad for Johnnie Walker whiskey. I hadn't really noticed though, since I'm not an alcoholic. Actually, these are like the worst ads ever, as I suspect very few people will even notice that there's anything else happening besides the glorious spectacle unfolding across Christina's chest.
Most people will probably react as I did, namely formulating complicated and depraved scenarios in their minds with the speed and efficiency only seen in mathematical geniuses, all centering around Christina and the endless possibilities such amazing mounds of female flesh present to a sexually deviant mind, aka the male mind. If these pics are not actively making you consider the existence of a god, then you're just hopelessly lost in a world of darkness and cruelty.
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