Batman all done up in latex. Lady Bane with the muzzle. I don’t know. This son of a bitch just seems to be a fetishist’s wonderful juicy dream.
Here is some glorious Max Moxxi cosplay to salve the sting of a Monday. Let Jessica Nigri and the power of lift-inducing brassieres carry you to the end of your day.
Ah. Saturday. I can take my time with this picture. Gross. Get it? What I’m implying? I’m a pig. Carry on.
Okay, maybe not all I’ve ever needed. But on a cold ass winter day, my life rife with despair and poverty, she provides a temporary warmth. In a special place. Hint: my pants. Too far? Probably. Leave me alone, I need this!
Truth be told, I don’t even know what “bikini subterfuge” means, which indicates that it actually means nothing. Whatever. I’m on to you. I know your secrets. Namely, that you’re not here for me at all. Just for the glorious cosplay. I don’t blame you one bit.