It must be 100 degrees where I am. Opening my door feels like Satan’s breath on my face. Thankfully I can live vicariously through Christina Milian as she frolics in the ocean at Miami beach with her friend.
I like to imagine in the header picture she’s telling her friend to slap her ass and then I’d like to imagine her friend going, “Mm, yea. Like this?,” as she spanks her. Hey, as long as I’m using my imagination, I might as well put it to good use.
