Arianny Celeste never ceases to make us feel the subtle tingle of ten million years of male evolution. I think that's about the right number. Since rising from the primordial goo, it's all been leading up to this point, the sight of the wickedly hot UFC ring girl wet in a green bikini along the South Florida shoreline flashing a little toe of the ship of the desert. I'm glad I came along the evolutionary chain when we have eyeballs and gonads and the ability to fully delight in the titillation of just such a hot bikini body vision.
Whatever that special magic is that makes men want to reproduce in the moment, Arianny certainly has it fluttering all about her like pixie dust. Wow. I do so lust her. Even though that passion may never be reciprocated, that makes it no less special or easily ignored in nighttime fantasies. Of which there shall be plenty tonight. Enjoy.