You don’t ask why Erika Jordan is outside in a leopard skin bikini barely covering her enhanced female curvaceous form, you merely get out your camera or charcoal sketch pad and begin documenting visuals for future use. Like later that evening during your REM sleep dreams.
Erika may be a hyphenate talent on radio, scream queen movies, and advice giving, but her most important role will ever be her public displays of hot body exhibitionism and those funbags held only by animal print tops, or perhaps someday, my caring pre-warmed for her convenience hands. Those might require four hands. I’ll adapt as needed to my prurient environment.
Erika is making a greater and greater display of her female form these days, leading one to believe the return of the undressed model may be forthcoming. I’ve certainly spent one of my genie from the lamp wishes on nothing else. My second wish was for never ending beef jerky, so I’m covered there. Erika, let’s go back my place and chew for hours. On jerky, one another, whatever comes to mind. Meow.