I don't know what you call this outfit Kelly Brook is tooting about L.A. in, but I call it a little slice of heaven. Or a little sneak peek of her other worldly booty cheeks which have given so much tingly good feelings to so many people for so long now. We probably out to give them a medal. I know I'd like to be the one who pins it on Kelly's derriere.
Having now relocated to warm sunny L.A., no offense London, you have nice museums, we've had the chance to see more and more of Kelly Brook skin in public than ever before. There's no sweaters and coverup clothing in L.A. nine months out of the year. You workout and you flaunt it, daily. Including some all too short loose bottoms that flash some inches of your sextastic curvy bottom. Just knowing those round mounds of faptastic are in my local environs is giving me the chills. I think I need to unfog my binoculars, if you know what I'm saying. Enjoy.
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