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.