There was a time I used to jerk off to Scary Spice’s hard nipples in her music videos, but realize that was a time when I didn’t have the internet and had exhausted the softcore porn VHS tape I stole from some music store, but I did have stolen cable. that time is long fuckin’ gone, because it turns out the name she gave herself was a self fulfilling prophecy, kinda like Patrick Swayze taking the role in Ghost, cuz bitch looks like a fuckin’ monster….a monster with really perky tits.
I guess Mel B doesn’t realize that all we want to see of her is her tits pushed the fuck up to her chin, but not too close to her chin, so that we can focus on them without having to see her roughneck face, but instead of giving up what we want, what we really really want, she got into a fuckin’ colorful track suit, like she’s getting in touch with her Nigerian roots and dressing like she’s at some African party about to go train for a marathon by running 40 miles to school everyday, while getting chased by a motherfuckin’ cheetah or some shit and the whole thing is a disaster….
Mel B has tits, I doubt they are real, but they are real fine to look at, even though I hate fake tits, but the possibility that shit may be just pushed up cuz of her slutty vintage lingerie top, makes it ok, especailly when the rest of her is slowly falling apart as her sex appeal peels away more and more each year like the paintjob on my friend’s house he’s pretty much given up on as he became heavily addicted to pills and developed agoraphobia, so I guess based on that really weird logic, her tits are the only thing to look at in the picture.
I am the kind of guy who loves watching people fuck. Unfortunately, I’m not some kind of baller who can afford to pay couples to let me sit in the dark corner in their rooms to take part in their sex life as an audience member, so I am forced to take what I can get.
Sometimes taking what I can get is watching people make out or finger on the dance floor, other times it is a little more crafty and involves climbing up fire escapes, trees, balconies across the street and shit like that to get the solid fucking view, and by sometimes I mean all the time, because the only time I got a regular fix of peepin’ tom was when I had a roomate who would fuck in the living room next to me while I’d be watching TV.
The good news is that I don’t get off to the shit, I just find it fun to watch, so I keep my exposing my boners for the school girls on public transportation and here’s Mel B shoving her whore tongue down someone I assume is her boyfriend or husband’s throat. See I’m not up to speed on who Mel B is letting visit her Vag since that whole Eddie Murphey shit…but here are the pics…
Mel B is the good kind of mother who smokes in the house while her kid plays in the same room. The kind of mother who locks smokes in the car with the windows rolled up. I mean when she’s not too busy hanging out at pools while leaving the fuckin’ thing at home with the nanny. Who can really blame her, kids don’t remember the first couple years of their life and really why bother being that much a part of it when you can pay someone to do it for you, especially when you’re a glamorous ex-popstar who needs to spend time on her abs and relaxing because those 8 years she worked 10 years ago were really fuckin’ hectic. At least she does it in a bikini.
I remember the first time I didn’t get hard for a chick. It was a few years ago and she was pretty fit, like Mel B, only less testicles and more vagina. She was pretty hot and we were pretty drunk and my wife was pretty asleep in the next room. I wasn’t sure how I got her back to my place, but I had and when I was done eating her out for an hour, probably something that was all part of the deal, she went down on me and I couldn’t get hard for the life of me. Here I was with this hot brunette body that had no business being with me and I couldn’t even get anything to happen to take full advantage, and the only good thing about that is that after she left disappointed a disgusting fat guy couldn’t get off to her, she became a fixture in my life for 6 months. She’d keep coming over to prove herself, cuz I guess it really messed with her head, I’d be invited to her place and the whole time I kept up the impotency, making her try harder and harder and harder to get me hard, until that horrible day I was sober enough for it to happen, where we had miserable sex and she got what she wanted, proof that I didn’t think I was too good for her.
That’s go nothing to do with Mel B and her bikini, other than the fact that I have a feeling she doesn’t have that issue, cuz her boners are virile….show off.
Mel B’s boyfriend is either really comfortable with his sexuality, or gay. Not only is Mel B really manly lookin’ these days, despite her big ol’ tits, but dude’s also rockin’ a pink shirt. It’s like sure, Pink shirts are socially accepted right now, but not when your girlfriend’s got more testosterone than you, that’s when you step up you fuckin game, gain 50 pounds and dress like a fuckin’ biker or cowboy, not because dressing like a biker or cowboy is all that straight, but because being fat is. Gay dudes are like chicks and starve themselves for the ass fuck. Truth.
I was never one for female body builders. The only real experience I’ve had with them was a weird few months where I’d jerk off to videos of the shit. Then there was my little league baseball coach who tried seducing me with his mustache when explaining what steroids does to a clit when I was 12. I guess there was also a group of strippers the local strip club hired who would do sit-ups and push-ups and chin-ups with their fake tits and big strong pussy exposed and I didn’t really dig it.
The only good thing about these kinds of muscular bitches is that they have these insane sex drives, probably from the high testosterone from the muscles, the only problem with them is that going down on a bitch while staring at her abs pulsating, or cumming all over a rock hard muscular ass while her pussy down bicep curls, is enough to make a motherfucker feel gay.
So Mel B and this 6-pack is fuckin’ nuts and not for me, but I figure maybe you’ll dig it and I’m here to help….
Here she is lookin’ less jacked….in some promo pics…
Mel B was in a bikini. She has a pretty fit body. A washboard stomach all the boys are envious of. One that if you want to cum all over after fucking her mom pussy, may determine that you may be better off in San Francisco. I know that I fucked a girl with a abnormal muscle tone. I am talking biceps, triceps, abs and pecs and she definitely had a vagina, but everytime I’d be sucking on her tits, or she was grinding her pelvic bone into mine, bruising me up pretty good, I’d look at her 6-pack and would struggle to keep my boner alive. I’d be like “bitch, he’s dying, he needs mouth to mouth” before giving her a fuckin’ t-shirt so that I can finish off, because I’ve learned that you never waste a vagina that’s willing to let you inside, even if she makes you feel gay. True story.
I just woke up, I am still hungover from a 3 day bender with some asian dude I met from Long Beach, who hated himself for being asian, and was a really bad drunk, but who wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. Someone sent me this Mel B behind the scenes bullshit that was on Access Hollywood Friday, where she talks about her pussy being lasered, and for you Sci-Fi idiot virgins that just means how she maintains her bush and it doesn’t mean she’s some kind of robot from the future sent to earth to satisfy you.
Scary Spice is in some play called Peep Show and she is half naked and dressed like a whore. Sure, this would have been far better if she was naked, or if she younger, but she was actually doing something that made her serious money then, not weird d-list hooker themed work, like this in the tail-end of her career, and I’m not complaining, I just wish young girls understood that 10 or 15 years down the road, they are going to be weathered whores with well traveled vagainas too, so they should stop wasting time by not wanting to have sex with dirty pigs like me and get into the fuckin’ whore hustle….
Mel B is lookin’ pretty fit. Yep. That’s really all I have to say about that one. I’ve only got a few hours of sleep in me and my brain is muddy, like her skin color and texture of her Eddie Murphy Baby Mother pussy.
Mel B from Dancing with the Stars Fame was out in a bikini in Egypt with her husband, because when I think of amazing vacation spots, Egypt always comes to mind. I mean I don’t think about a dessert and a bunch of Jew slaves building pyramids and camels, or arab chicks in bed sheets, I think bikinis, girls gone wild and Tara Reid, but then again I am not as cultured or worldly as this Mel B chick, proven the fact that the bikini I am wearing at the moment is just a pair of boxers that are way too small for my fat ass, while on the couch in my shitbox apartment I call home, because i try to keep my clothes on for national security, even though I am too irrelevant to affect a nation, proven by the fact that I am not the one gallivanting around the world half naked and in love because she’s made great progress from the her slave ancestors….they would be proud.
Mel B wore a hooded outfit to some event, I hear it is a more decorative and stylish version to the one her father wore when he courted her mother at gunpoint in the back alley before raping her and accidentally impregnating her the night Scary Spice was conceived. Who would have thought that such a horrible tragic event that has left her mother scarred and unable to trust a man that even after years of therapy still has repeated nightmares of that horrible night and is unable to look her daughter in the face without seeing the predator who did those things to her.
It’s pretty much the story of all interracial relationships and the reason they call her Scary. It’s also the reason why Sarah Palin has reason to not agree with rape or incest abortion, because just look at the wonderful talents it can produce… now look at her glorious rape-baby tits.
Mel B proves that you don’t have to have much of a face to get high paying jobs promoting lingerie which makes total sense because bras are for tits and only look good on faces when they are covering the ugly bitch you and you don’t want to make it too obvious or turn her off by using a pillow to cover her face so that you can keep your erection and finish what you started.
Her tits are retardedly big and have probably paid for themselves a bunch of times over proving that implants can be good investments especially when your beauty is fleeting and you need a distraction that allows dudes to still masturbate to you
It’s girls like Mel B that make me wish the monkeys of the jungle were stacked like this because it would make jerking off to Animal Planet a hell of a less challenging.
