It's all about that blond guy's ASS.
It is all about that, and especially disappointing at the 0.45 mark where they crop the ass shot of the century OUT. Damn.
That cropping seems quite intentional, too, as if the world wasn't ready. Or Italy, anyway.
Well darling, when I want to come, I come to the Redundant Variety Hour. It never disappoints.
bring me the head of the choreographer. just the head.
When it comes to pelvic thrusts, Miss Parisi and her boys never disappoint! "Don't do it", indeed... Jx
This might be the eightiemost thing I've seen in the past several years. It's like an absolute distillation of the month in which it was created. I can smell the Drakkar Noir from here...
It's pretty ultimate, in its own way.
It's choreographed ... it's like that ... on purpose ... It's actually choreographed.
00:13 is a definite "meet my taint" moment! First impressions are everything, I guess!