Egotastic
Yep, that's Miranda Kerr in a green bikini relaxing Down Under, and, yep, that's her all-too hot-bikini bodied nanny adjusting Miranda's bikini bottom for her.
Are we really so shameful as to be jealous of a nanny merely because she gets to wiggle her fingers in between Miranda Kerr's bikini bottom and her bare butt cheeks? Hell yeah we are. Those should've been our digits de-wedgifying the taut rump of one of the hottest women on the planet. I mean, we did apply for the nanny job not twice but thrice, and probably would've got it too were it not for certain Internet background check 'irregularities'.
Nevertheless, once we get past our petty jealousy, we get to behold these long-distance, but wonderfully captured shots of our be-lusted Miranda Kerr, poolside, in her bikini, flashing the MILF-madness body that forces us to imagine giving her a brief, but sharp spanking, for being ever so teasy (okay, so maybe I'm not really properly psychologically fit to be a nanny after all). Enjoy.
Miranda Kerr Can’t Stop Making Me Want to Bathe Her in Essential Oils
I'm not exactly sure what my sponge bath fantasies about Miranda Kerr have to do with her in pink pants and a white tee heading into another day of fashion show duty in Sydney this morning, I just know I can't stop thinking about her.
I think it has something to do with millions and millions of years of procreative evolution that have led us to this place, the place where you just want to lay down plastic sheets and get busy with Miranda populating the planet until such time as we really do need that interstellar ship to go look for more space on another spinning orb. Just pure, unadulterated (though definitely adultery) lust. Plain and simple. Enjoy.
IT'S NOT REALLY EVEN QUITE FAIR, IS IT?