Salma Hayek in Venice, Italy. (May 29, 2013) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN
Madre de dios!
I have been asking her for nearly twenty years to sit on my face. Does she listen? No.
God damn! That’s an ass I want to bury my face in. She’s perfect.
That’s Billionaire Booty ….we can look but we ain’t never gonna touch it.
This woman is dating a billionaire because he’s a billionaire. Anyone who says money can’t buy you happiness is a shit head. Or poor. Or, in my case, both.
Fatty, Poor Shit Head is the title of my autobiography.
And a nice tush, too. I guess, if that’s really her.
I’m going to send Photo Boy a bunch of random photos of people from behind, with captions like: “Look! It’s Elton John, Michele Bachmann and Flavor Flav! What can those three be up to together?” $200.00, please.
She neves visits Mexico now that she´s “une reine francaise”….money can buy love, beatles were wrong.
Somebody’s keeping up with the Kardashians.
You can tell she’s wearing one of these booty bras from the dents in her jeans: http://lovemybubbles.com/OO-Lite-Panty.shtml
I would still like to find out for myself .
“Excuse me, would you like to escort two lovely women into this cafe for lunch?”
“No. Hans is gay but Hans loves your shiny boots!”
Billionaire booty, the best kind there is.
I’ve long wanted to motorboat her tits and eat her asshole. Even at 46 years old I bet her asshole still looks amazing.
I’d change this outfit up a bit. Remove the shirt, the bra, the pants, the underwear, and the purse. Keep the boots.
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