When it comes to babes, we’ll go ahead and say it’s most prudent to go the “all” route.

· Annalisa Greco (glam0ur.com)
· Ashley Bulgari (nude.hu)
· Brook (perkybabes.com)
· Carisha (femjoy.com)

· Casey & Karlie (livejasminbabes.net)
· Janelle (babesmachine.com)
· Kari Nautique (dailyniner.com)
· Laura Lion (sexyandfunny.com)

· Lyla (foxhq.com)
· Manuela Lemos (nakedanatomy.com)
· Marilyn Lange (morazzia.com)
· Preeti & Priya (babesanatomy.com)

· Sabina Remar (decorativemodels.com)
· Sarina Rose (hottystop.com)
· Suzy (100bucksbabes.com)
· Tessa Fowler (glamdolls.com)

And don’t forget…

· Claire Adams & Sarah Jane Ceylon
· Joanna Angel & Skin Diamond
· Nikki & Ash
· Tori

…and all the rest of the Fleshbot Babes!

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Because, after all, you are banging, and that’s one of the most blissful stations on this big, beautiful earth. We’re sure we’re guilty of putting on our serious face when in the midst of an intense bone, but maybe we’ll try a smile… It looks so good on ya!

And this babe’s adorable grin isn’t just reserved for when she’s getting fucked from behind. Her deepthroaty BJ involves a fair amount of beaming, as well — and she even manages to keep her teeth out of the way. But with all this happiness pouring forth, we do eventually expect her smile to give way to the mouth-agape ecstasy of impending orgasm. And she doesn’t disappoint! That’s a pretty good look on a babe too, if we say so ourselves.

· deepthroat (xtube.com)

The long, languorous path this gal’s tongue takes up the side of this cock reminds us of the unbearably slow clack-clacking of a roller coaster as it inches its way up the track to its characteristic drop. And we can’t say the thrills at the peak are any diminished here… because when she goes down the head, our anticipation rises, our heart starts beating, and we break into a sweat. But maybe that’s just us.

Katt Dylan, Via Gloryhole Initiations

You see this all the time. “If there’s a lack of sexual intimacy between the parents,” teacher Sean Michaels explains to Jason’s mom and dad, “the kid can grow up to be antisocial.”

In “Mom’s Cuckold 9,” pornstress Diana Prince and her husband go to their offspring’s school to see if there’s anything that can be done for his disruptive behavior.

Michaels’ methods are unorthodox.

You’re thinking: “I would be very upset if she fucked Sean Michaels to secure a passing grade; doesn’t that remove all agency in the student?” and you’d be right to think so, because Fleshbot readers are nothing if not socially conscious and attractive.

“How’s your sex life?” asks Michaels.

“I don’t see how that has anything to do with this issue,” replies the husband.

“I’m just trying to get to the root of little Jason’s problem,” pleads Michaels, determining that the husband is at fault. “We’re going to have a lesson in sharing.”

True to Michaels’ image both in Porn Valley and his character, he gently instructs the couple on how to be sexually intimate by fucking Prince on the school desk, right in front of her appreciative husband.

“How does that black meat feel?” he says, because what else is he supposed to say?

“It feels great,” she says, when she could have lied and said: “It’ll do until I get you home.”

Michaels’ classroom was designed by aliens hoping to momentarily fool humans he is a legitimate teacher.

The desk is equipped with a pencil and a ruler, as if Michaels is about to do some last-minute measuring on Parent/Teacher night (maybe his dick? That would be rude, I think), there is a bank of eight lockers (with a 30:1 student:teacher ratio in L.A. public schools, it is hard to imagine anyone managing to be disruptive in an 8-kid classroom), and Michaels refers to himself as “Professor,” hinting that the subject he’s teaching is Patent Medicine Sales.

But maybe it’s a Montessori school.

While her husband’s willingness to let Michaels fuck her suggests the man is not a cuckold (and he gets his face right down in their business, too), the jury is out.

Cradling her head in his naked lap while he tweaks her nipples, the husband surely must have felt something, yet the poor bastard is never given the opportunity for sloppy seconds, and she tells him flat out that his equipment is lacking.

I’m no educator—I don’t even have my Ph.D. in Clinical Sexology—but I don’t think this is going to do a damn bit of good for Jason.

· Mile High Media (realityjunkies.com)
· Buy “Mom’s Cuckold 9″ (tlavideo.com)

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What do you know about Nick Manning? He likes to say “Droppin’ Loads,” sure, but what else? Nothing. That’s a damn shame really, because we just watched a few minutes of a documentary about the guy, and he is a fascinating, freaky, and hilarious character. His life is a constant struggle to reconcile his impressive porn career with his deep-rooted love of God and Jesus Christ. Also, he’s about as famous as Pauly Shore. Rough times.

Friends, this project needs financing. There are no stories out there like this, and the promotional video that’s posted on the Kickstarter page is so exquisitely revealing that we crave more. You can tell that Mr. Manning has a unique mind just from watching him fuck on film, but now–with this documentary–you’ll be able to get up all in his brain, swim around, and come out with knowledge about God, the grime of the industry, and other freaky things we can’t possibly predict. Please, watch the video. It’s amazing. (And then give some cash because the arts need the breath of life.)

· Hung, Hard, & High: The Nick Manning Story” (kickstarter.com)

For several years, Fleshlight’s been giving us a new way to love our favorite porn performers with their Fleshlight Girls toy line. After letting us romance the likes of Stoya, Jenna Haze, Asa Akira, Misty Stone, and many more, they’ve opened their arms to a delightful new addition to the Fleshlight Girls family: Kelly Shibari, who just so happens to be the first BBW performer to be granted her very own Fleshlight.

We’re thrilled about this development for several reasons: first and foremost, Kelly Shibari is one super sexy babe, so getting the chance to get closer to (a cyberskin approximation of) her ladyparts is an exciting prospect indeed. But beyond that, we’re just plain thrilled to see more BBWs get into the sex toy market. What can we say? We like our molded pussies like we like our women: in a wide variety, with all sorts of races, colors, and body types represented.

But enough of our rambling. We had the pleasure of getting to hear about the toy from Kelly herself–so why not take a peek at what the starlet said?

Fleshbot: First things first: how did the Kelly Shibari Fleshlight come to be?
Kelly Shibari: I was lucky enough to have been asked in January at the AVN / AEE in Las Vegas. They had been considering a BBW Fleshlight, and I’m thinking they saw me on the show floor as well as attended a panel discussion I was a part of, which was about social media branding and marketing. Lisa Ann was also on that panel. I was invited to a lunch meeting where I met Steve Shubin (CEO of Fleshlight) and his lovely wife, and over the course of a couple of hours we discussed all the ways a BBW Fleshlight could be marketed, as well as marketing in general. I guess they liked what they heard, and they invited me to their offices the following week, where I was molded and photographed. The hardest part was keeping quiet about it until BBWFanFest (July 13-15)! I guess I now need to see if the community embraces a BBW Fleshlight.

As far as I know, the April Flores Cyberskin Pussy and the Kelly Shibari Fleshlight are the only BBW molded sex toys currently on the market. Are there other BBW starlets you’d like to see getting their own toys?
Because I don’t have a penis, I think that my “wish” with BBW starlets getting their own toys would be so I can have virtual threesomes with them and a guy I’m with. And the performers keep changing over the years I’ve been in the industry. It used to be Crystal Clear and Tiffany Blake I was lusting after, then it was Kandi Kobain and Hillary Hooterz. These days it’s ladies like Dors Feline and Kacey Parker. It’s pretty obvious I’m into chubby ladies with giant boobs… (giggle).

Speaking of the April Flores toy–she made news recently when Mark Wahlberg was spotted buying said toy. Is there any celebrity you fantasize about using your Fleshlight?
Yes! Jonah Hill. Wolfie Van Halen. Jack Black. And Kevin Smith…of course.

Right now, fans are limited to just your vagina. Any chance of a Kelly Shibari ass or mouth Fleshlight in the future?
I did get molded in all three orifices, so if the pussy one does well, perhaps the others will become available.

Many Fleshlight Girls have their own signature texture for their Fleshlight. What would you like the Kelly Shibari texture to be?
I would say the Kelly Shibari “texture” could be anything that makes guys cum as voluminously as possible. “Tsunami”? Maybe that’s too Japanese BBW-esque?

Between “Kelly Shibari is Overloaded” and your Fleshlight, you’re having a pretty big year. Are there other awesome announcements on the horizon?
I recently completed my first non-sex role as Asa Akira’s mom in a Wicked Pictures project directed by Barrett Blade, and the first BBW offering from Evil Angel, directed by Joey Silvera. My BBW BDSM site, PaddedKINK, just won the BBWFanFest Fetish Site of the Year. There are a few fun events happening throughout the rest of this year, including appearances at conventions on the east coast for the first time in my career, and I’m starting pre-production for a brand new self-produced DVD, as well as continuing with new DVD releases from PaddedKINK. I’ll also be continuing to promote my Fleshlight, of course, including showing other BBW models how they can incorporate it into their arsenal of marketing products, and will be starting a newsletter for those ladies as well as creating a new offering for all guys who purchase a Kelly Shibari Fleshlight. It’s been an amazing year already and I’m excited to keep it coming for my fans!

· Buy the Kelly Shibari Fleshlight (fleshlight.com)

Sometimes we come across ladies who are so frickin’ cute that we get a strange itch in our spines that urges us to act on our lust. No, we don’t have meningitis and we’re not going to carve Sophie’s face into a cliff, but we will dub her our newest Crush Object and then go about detailing some of the things we like about her. That’s how we handle our feelings.

Look at Sophie Butcher. Dig her floral and somewhat frilly panties. Fall into her eyes; we are convinced they are black, completely black. If you stare long enough, you can feel the way her soft thighs would warm your fingertips as you trace along and examine the writing on her flank tattoo: “Fuck Education” says the speech bubble coming from the shark mouth. Speaking of sharks, Sophie has a tumblr called Shark Attack where you can examine her thoughts via the pictures she reposts and comments upon. Brain voyeurism is our favorite kind of voyeurism.

· See more pics of Sophie at Front Army (frontarmy.com)

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Bath aficionados use a relaxing soak in the tub as an opportunity to get away, to pretend nobody and nothing exists but themselves and feeling cozy. Other people, though, use it as a chance to showcase how sexy it is to slick soap all over their tits and bubble-butt.

Naturally our alliance tends to fall with the latter. And a happier bath-goer we’ve never seen! Turns out you don’t need a bunch of tea candles, a glass of wine, or even a rubber duckie to make this private time extra special… The best bath accessory is a bit of voyeuristic flair and a smile.

· Soap N Suds (pornhub.com)

“The Seven Year Itch” is an amazing film that has everything you could want in a cinematic experience: goofiness, infidelity, twisted fantasies, and, most importantly, Marilyn Monroe standing over an air vent. Now, we’re not saying “The Seven Year Itch” would be better with hardcore sex, but if Lily LaBeau is going to Monroe herself up and run wild through Mark Wood’s fantasies, then we owe it to ourselves–nay, to the whole of movie history–to watch her do so.

And really, we all know that Tom Ewell’s fantasies in the original film were far too tame to be real. Don’t even try to pretend like dudes from the mid-1900′s had clean imaginations, because we know it isn’t true. If you had Marilyn Monroe living in the apartment above you, your brain would at least start churning out some freaky daydreams about sex in the stairwell. Anyway, we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

Mark Wood is now in Tom Ewell’s shoes: his wife, Raylene, has gone out of town, and his self-esteem and charm are being put to the test by the arrival of Lily LaBeau. Now, in “The Seven Year Itch,” much of what plays out is only in Tom’s head, but we don’t know if the same is true in “Seven Years of Marriage.” For example, what could get Mark to imagine Lily getting eaten out by April O’Neil? Was there a girl at his office whose lips seemed to be made for Lily’s clit? Is Mark channeling his desires to squeeze Lily’s breasts through a lean, tan temptress like April? Or is he simply spying on his new neighbor and her hot brunette pal? Whatever the answer is, it’ll be interesting to see how Nica Noelle adapts Tom Ewell’s innocence (and, more to the point, his double-guessing and anxiety around women) to fit with hardcore situations.

And what about the wife, Raylene? The original film deals a lot with the way Tom tortures himself by thinking about his lady in the hands of another man (getting cozy on a hay ride, no less); will we get the same from Mark? Is this scene with Rocco Reed putting the pipe to Raylene something that really happens, or is Mark only cuckolding himself? Regardless, we love the way Raylene and Rocco move together: she sucks the tip of his cock while he cups her heavy boobs, she strokes the back of his neck as he nibbles at hers while they spoon, and you better believe that Rocco spends ample time with his nose in Raylene’s bush. If Mark is indeed making all of this stuff up, then that guy needs to quit his job and start directing porn. Homie has vision.

Nica Noelle has been using her Sweet Sinema line to remake films with stand-out sexiness–such as “9 1/2 Weeks” and “Fatal Attraction”–but here, as with “Pretty Woman,” she’s challenged herself by taking a beloved romantic comedy and pornifying it. We admire her for her pluck as well as her passion, and we’re overjoyed that “Seven Years of Marriage” melds the marvelous moments of the original with the raw, steamy sex scenes that Nica is known for.

· Mile High Media (milehighonline.com)
· Buy “Seven Years of Marriage” (adultdvdempire.com)

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We’re all about the simple pleasures here at Fleshbot, and right now, we’d like to share one of them with you. Emma Booth is a breathtakingly beautiful model-turned-actress, and we’ll gladly gawk at her body in any situation, but of all the sexy scenarios we can imagine her in, we’d never think to put her in a pool with the underwater sconce light brightening her pale flesh. We are mesmerized.

Such an elegant image, and yet, such a simple idea. Get a lady to talk while she treads water with her tits out. You see, this is why we’ll forever be critics. We don’t have the clarity of mind nor the purity of vision to come up with something like this. You ask us to invent a sexy scene, we’ll make Emma Booth get all greased-up and ride a mechanical bull. Where’s the subtlety in that?

· “Swerve” (imdb.com)

The 2012 London Olympics officially begin on Friday! We’re so damn excited for the pageantry and the magic and the human spirit triumphing over the flesh! Anyhow, before we start praising the lean, muscular, and sharp bodies that will be competing against each other, we’d like to spend some time admiring the fleshy, curvy, and supple shapes of British lad’s mag babes.

Their huge tits might prevent them from sprinting or pole vaulting, but we’re happy to watch them stand around in skimpy athletic gear with their sweaty breasts glistening in the fake sunlight. The Boob Olympics aren’t competitive, they’re cooperative, and it warms our hearts to see these four women from one country come together to comment on each other’s cup sizes.

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I was leaning against the modern wooden room divider in a black lace bra and panties set. The hard wood cutouts made the position uncomfortable, as did the plus size thigh-high digging into my skin. I felt the top of each thigh high and tried to adjust them so that the bubble of skin that the elastic made was less noticeable, to no avail.

I had oiled my body out of the shower. Supple and with sheen, it was what he liked to see upon laying eyes on me for the first time in weeks. He said he longed to feel the slip of his fingers on my skin when he put his hands around my waist in preparation to kiss me. I longed for this too … so much, the thought made me slippery above those ill-fitting thigh highs I had given up on.

I heard the electronic key card allow him entry and the my expectation as I heard him pad deliberately into the room almost made me squeal. As he turned the corner to see me against the divider he said, “close your eyes”. I did as I was told. I felt him close to me … maybe an inch … his breath mingling with mine in timed beats. And then I felt it. The tiniest, sweetest of kisses being bestowed on my cheek and more down my jaw. He continued little raindrops of these kisses upon my forehead and nose. Making certain his delicate balance was felt on each side of my face, I only felt his lips … that’s all he wanted me to feel …just his kind kisses … and that I was loved.

I felt loved. Right now anyway, and that, it seemed, was my greatest desire. I ached for feeling … something reciprocal, something true. Was this it? It didn’t matter right now. He traipsed his mouth down to my neck, making certain to retrieve the salty essence from my skin with intermittent licks. He concentrated on my clavicle, my shoulders … taking his time. No hands were in play, just his breath and his lips swollen from dragging them upon my skin. Skin now adorned with goose bumps and exuding little shivers when he placed his mouth on new spots. The worship continued over my chest, teasing my nipples through my lace bra, licking the adjunct of the cups in between my heaving breasts. He was now at my mid-section … using his scruffy cheeks to give me a new sensation across my skin. Back and forth. Left cheek. Right cheek, until I felt his darting tongue in my navel in a “come hither” movement. I was writhing slightly, moving my body to the metronome of his breathing. “Don’t move,” he said softly. Compliant, I steeled myself and stopped. He was at my hips and the tops of my thighs now and in presumption of the area that was next I let out a barely audible chirp, “Shhh” he said.

My body was lifting off the divider now. My hands in my hair, only my shoulders held me up … I was giving my body over to him without my even being aware of it. I could feel my wetness soaking my thighs and calves. His tongue making soft, grazing, protracted movements toward my sex. I felt the tip of his tongue now, swishing closer to my slit getting nearer to the center of my desire. Then, a tiny flick. That’s all it took to transport me through my body and into the rapture of orgasm. Fick, flick. Again, my body convulsed and shuddered with heady and overpowering thrashes of delight and release.

His torso leaned back sitting on his thighs to watch my process and to admire his work as my breathing normalized and I came back into my sweaty and sensitized body. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, grinning. I grinned back, looking into his azure blue eyes, still not moving from my place at the divider … waiting to be told I could speak or move. He rose and moved toward me until he was so close I could feel his body heat through his suit. Our eyes were locked. I could feel his desire and his need. He gently grabbed my wrists and held them to the divider, still keeping my gaze, he kissed me. All the tension from weeks of no physical contact was released through the passion in that kiss.

Soon we were moving. I found myself taking off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and whisking his belt away from his pants all without leaving him and that succulent kiss. I felt the backs of my knees against the well-made bed. The high thread count felt cool against my burning skin. He pushed us down so that we were now on the bed, only his left arm keeping his entire body weight from enveloping me. Somehow, he had managed to break free from his clothes and now feeling his erect cock and the pre-cum on my leg I was even more aroused. His placed his right hand on my breast, suckling it with ardor and the desperation of a starving man. His left arm was now between us surreptitiously pushing my panties to my knees then that same bare hand cupping my pussy and feeling its soaking need, he broke free from my breast to look at me, smile and then continue. He was rubbing my cleft playfully but with intent. I was writhing and moaning, canting my hips upward so that my lips might feel the shaft of his hardness. He tried to control me but it was useless … I won. The instant our sexes met he was imbued with an even greater passion. Sitting up and taking hold of his member, he began to stroke it up and down my gap bathing it in the juices only he brought forth. Taunting my clit with the heat and stiffness of his arousal I could barely stand it anymore. “Fuck me Martin. Please fuck me”. He managed a smile through his fervid expression. “Not yet my beautiful Ms. Cheeky”.

He was now astride my shoulders and offering himself to me. I nodded and with that, he lowered his cock to my mouth and I greedily took it all in. I looked up at him to see his head bend to the side, eyes closed and biting his bottom lip. Not taking my eyes off him I worked my tongue around the crown and flicked the “sweet spot” just to watch him shiver. He opened his eyes to see me licking up his shaft from the base of his stem to his tip with the flat of my tongue and he let out an “ohhhh”. I was in control now and I liked it. I took him all the way inside my mouth again, sucking gently as I bobbed him in and out. His moans grew louder and then, suddenly, as if something pulled him from behind and dropped him down again, he was on top of me. I felt the plunge of his excitement inside of me and I gasped with delight “Oh yes!/Oh God!” we both exclaimed at the same time. He began to move precisely and slowly in and out of my saturated crevice as I positioned my hips for maximum access. Plunging into my liquid hole he told me how soft and tight I was … how he had longed for this every waking moment for weeks. Moving my legs to his shoulders he progressed with more fervor more emotion. He continued faster yet with more tenderness as he leaned down to kiss my neck, my chest, my mouth. I whispered into his ear “Come for me my darling” and with that he rose above me and with firmly affixed thrusts, came with a yell of guttural satisfaction, rasping breath and a deep groan.

He crashed next to me. His breath waxing and waning to match his heartbeat. I turned to him, taking his hand in mine and nuzzled my head on his shoulder. He leaned over to kiss my forehead “Nice to see you again Ms Cheeky”, he mocked. “It’s always a pleasure Mr. Guerre”. With smiles on our faces, we both drifted off to sleep.

Republished from Lady Cheeky: Smut for Smarties. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. Photo courtesy of avErotica.

We’re going to estimate that fifty to sixty percent of the reason that humans want to explore the cosmos is so we can have sex with sentient (and consenting) lifeforms from other worlds. Not buying it? You’re going to act like it’s a coincidence that N.A.S.A. used to be N.A.Sty.A? Whatever. The true believers out there will appreciate today’s double feature: two films that focus on aliens who are totes trying to get in your pants.

1. The Man Who Fell to Earth: Here we go, first movie, the classic Walter Tevis novel that was adapted into a sexy film with David Bowie in 1986. “The Man Who Fell to Earth” is about Thomas Jerome Newton (Bowie), a humanoid alien who comes to Earth to collect water for his dying homeworld, but gets wrapped up in the pleasures of the flesh. He uses his advanced alien technology to patent a bunch of inventions, grows rich, builds a spaceship, gets mixed up with shady characters like Rip Torn (is that not one of the greatest names in Hollywood?), and ends up addicted to alcohol, television, and sex. Critics have said that even though Nicholas Roeg directed, it feels nothing like his other films, and is better described as Bowie’s vision of himself: an alien trapped in the body of a man. Fortunately for us, it’s a rather nice body, and he uses it to bed Candy Clark a few times. Candy is only one of the five foxy females who show skin in the film, and you can see them at 18:30, 29:30, 29:50, 43:30, 56:19, 1:27:00, and 1:57:00. You can also see Bowie’s penis, Rip Torn’s penis, and some unsimulated sex with Rip and Adrienne Larussa!

2. Species: Now, David Bowie came to Earth to get water and head back home, and sex sort of derailed him. Natasha Henstridge, on the other hand, is on Earth specifically to bang dudes, procreate, and release her deadly children upon the land. We feel that these two films make nice counter-points for each other. Anyway, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. “Species” is about a team of S.E.T.I. scientists who receive transmissions about how to make a human-alien hybrid, so they do that, and their creation matures from a young girl to a full adult in barely any time. This lady-alien-beast (Henstridge) escapes the lab and starts looking for guys to hump: she finds a gent in a club, but he’s diabetic, so she kills him. She tries to sex up a guy in his pool, but he’s not down, so she flees. You get where this is going. Anyway, even though she’s a total horn-dog who’s obsessed with unleashing her spawn on the Earth, Natasha Henstridge is gorgeous, and so fun to watch, and you can see her bod (as well as Marg Helgenberger’s) at 18:00, 36:00, 42:00, 54:00, 59:00, 1:21:00, and 1:22:00.

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Like, for real, they look like they’re made out of peach-flavored marshmallows. Her whole bottom half is eminently nibbleable, her knees and thighs call to our teeth, but only that butt makes our mouths salivate like we’re seconds away from chomping on some cheesecake. Dang, is anybody else ready for lunch yet?

This must be what it’s like to work for a food blog or something: constantly torturing yourself with visions of rare delicacies, having to go out and settle for a tuna melt from the deli down the street. Uh, not that we’re going to walk outside and find an ass to chew on. That is definitely not our style.

In imagining a group of “thug hunters”, we expected a bawdy gang of hardened gals taking down gangsta cock left and right, no holds barred. But the party we encounter here seems to be a lovely lot of ladies. When there’s only one thug dick to be had, they politely share, and even thoughtfully pleasure each other in the meantime.

So, it turns out these are properly raised gentlewomen, as far as we’re concerned. Imagine if the world’s gangs were brightly-hued gaggles of pixie dick-hunters. There’d be no rumbles or drive-bys! There’d just be the courteous passing round of thug cock and lady kisses. BJs, not bullets. That’s a slogan to live by.

· Buy/Watch Thug Hunters (theater.aebn.net)
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When we see celebrities baring their boobs on the beach, they’re normally goofing around and not worrying about how they look–we see unhealthy posture, eyes reddened by sea salt, and maybe some panicked grabs toward the bikini top that was stolen by a wave. But then there’s Pixie Geldof who looks absolutely flawless with her reclining bod, slicked-back hair, fatty sunglasses, and gold-tipped pink cigarette.

(We think that’s a Nat Sherman Fantasia.)

We’re not saying that Pixie Geldof is more attractive or deserving of praise than the other celebs who have been celebrating the warm weather in a skinful fashion; we’re just saying she looks like Bond-girl material in that one photo. For real, Little Pixie Geldof, you’re looking so fly on that beach in Ibiza with your sand-caked butt, nipple ring, and glorious golden locks, that we fully expect you to shoot a poison dart out of your cigarette.

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