This is ALWAYS the time of year when some of us risk getting radiation poisoning to the genitals by warming our freezing laps with our laptops while going through pictures of lucky ass celebrities frolicking along the warm beaches of St. Barts (or some other fancy place where they only stamp your passport if a Hermes cover is hugging it). We’ve seen millions of pictures of blah blah bitches in two-pieces who aren’t even worth a nipple lick and pinch, but finally here’s a beauty I don’t mind seeing with a crotch full of bikini!
Yes, it’s not Rojo Caliente in a swimdress, but this is the next best thing. Here’s the spice on our mango pop with her daughter Valentina and her billionaire husband in St. Barts the other day.
You know, but I am noticing something slightly different about Salma’s overall chichi situation. Usually, Salma’s titties look like a tiny Julie Andrews should be running across them while singing in a full voice about their majestic beauty, but I don’t see that here. Eh. It doesn’t matter. Salma’s chichis will always be magnificent to me. And I’m sure if there was a parched orphan around, she can still whip it out and shoot a shot of leche his way.