So she’s walking, half-naked with her hair fluttering in the wind but where could she possibly be going dressed like that? To bed? My bed? No but a guy can dream, can’t he?
She’s so blessed that she’s hardly strutting and it looks like she’s sprinting the way her boobs bounce and sway in that poncho-thingy.
If that’s what they do when she’s walking, what can they do when she has a slight trot to her walk? Everything good, I’m sure.