Boy, I was just chillin out, reading up on my UvT when I saw Brock’s post on that wild Amanda Cicchini. Ohhh wee, that chick is tight. I don’t know about yall, but this is the one that got me:
Yessir, I must finally be feeling that hippie vibe, because this shot makes a mufucka wanna go green, ya dig? Then one of our readers put me onto some more pics that I just had to share. Like to here they go:
Yeah, first you gotta start with that solid soccer pic. You know that one that really shows you were all that thick came from. All that cutting, change of direction and running around. Sheeit, it’s true what they say, what doesn’t thicken you up, will make you stronger. Soccer is good on the thigh. Goes together like peas and carrots.
Now see, I really like this shot. Reminds me of a fine wine. So many textures and perfectly complex, ya know. That bouquet is smooth and fulfilling, but that finish is fantabulous with hints of New Yawk City Sorta-Rican. Sheeit, Cheetara of Thundercats fame would be proud of that posterior. And the tight black pants? A gift from above. I’m not sure who introduced those to the broader public, but by my count it’s been a gift that’s been giving since about ’95. I appreciate it.
Damn, is this chick fit or not?! Wow, look at that waist piece. I know, I know, the tail went into hiding like a frightened turtle. Who knows, maybe she was going extra hard on the cardio, because this babe is clearly very intimate with the gym. But please note the omnipresent thigh piece. I mean, you sop them sumbitches up with some gravy, a biscuit and some slaw and you’re pretty much set for the night. And maybe it’s just me, but the cheesier the expression/hair, the more attractive this kind of chick is to me. I love that face she’s making, it just says “I’m ready for a classy evening of Madd Dogg 20/20 preceded by some Applebees.” Right?
Damn, it’s official. I just start from those terrible sandals and work my way up.
You know, I always feel bad for the other thick in these pics. Like how must it feel to know that a bunch of cats are looking at your girl and NOT looking at you, except when they want to make a side crack about how much you’re NOT like little Ms. Thickness rubbed up against you. I guess it’s just collateral damage, but still I thought I should just mention. Ah, one more:
Very nice. This babe just gives you what you want and need in the modern era of thick white chicks. I like her a lot and in honor of her and the great state of West Virginia, I’ll fire up “Country Roads, Take Me Home” in honor of them legs and that ass.