Sarah McSweeney Topless Black And White

Yes, I fall in lust easily. I'm a man driven by eons of innate instinct to lose my head completely over incredibly sextastic women, especially of the naturally hot variety. Hate the genetics, not the player. Such is my draw toward Sarah McSweeney who I can feel approximately seventeen babies worth of passion swelling up in my reproductive to-do list. It's just a reflex. Entirely subconscious. From leering at her perfect body and the funbags of my future queen in P magazine.

I could go on and on about her perfect sweet teats, but then I'd be remiss in anointing her tan lined keester as one of the sweetest visions mine eyes have ever feasted upon. Those are thong lines. I can see tan even in black and white. I must be going crazy, or just going happy. Sarah, would you be my date on New Year's Eve? No, I have no party to go to. I usually just countdown at midnight before the balls drop. Yes, I said balls. Why are you running? Bring back the perfect yams! Enjoy.

Photo Credit: P Magazine