I LIKE KATY PERRY'S SHIRT

I don't know how else to say this but the fucking I would throw on Katy Perry would put us both in the hospital. I think I would literally chew and squeeze those melons completely off her body and I'm pretty sure I'd break my dick in half from the furious around the clock pounding I would sustain upon her nooks and crannies. This girl was put on this planet for one reason, and it ain't singing. She was put here to make breast aficionados like myself wish we were dead. I am only living for the day that her career is in the tank and she's divorced because she caught her British, junkie, comedian boyfriend freebasing with a hooker and she is desperate for money and fame and recognition and she goes the porno tape, cinemax, Playboy route to regain what she once had. She's a serious attention whore and if she can't get it singing she'll get it showing off her wonderful size K jackhammers. I only hope her rack stays just the way it is now bulging like ripe melons stretching the shit out of Elmo's face. I love this girl. She completes me and she had me at hello and she should show me the money and by money I mean tits.