Just added 125+ new pics of Sexy Bar Refaeli in gallery 2!
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Bar Refaeli Hot New Photos!
Just added 125+ new pics of Sexy Bar Refaeli in gallery 2!
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Bar Refaeli Cannes Bikini Photos
Bar Refaeli lookin Hot as always!
Over 50 adds to Bar Refaeli Gallery 2
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Bar Refaeli Panties Bra and Nothing!
What better way to start the weekend off than Bar Refaeli Panties Bra and Nothing?
Oh, maybe her next to you???
Like that's a real question.
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Bar Refaeli Bikini Photos
Hey who stays home for Christmas?
Not Bar Refaeli, you head to Cabo, put on a tiny bikini, just to help all us poor bastards that have to stay home and shovel snow!
Well at least the pics helped warm me up after spending hours shoveling, just to have the wind put it right back where it was!
Ya I know wa, wa, but 2 feet is too much for anyone, and I'm talking about snow.
Just added 40 new pics and 6 videos all at the bottom of the gallery.
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Bar Refaeli Does the Bikini Thing Again
After a long series of skinny or athletic VS models that did what they do best on the beach, here is someone else that can rock a bikini (or lingerie): Bar Refaeli!
How do you like these shots right here?
Make sure you check them after the jump!
Bar Refaeli Does the Bikini Thing Again
After a long series of skinny or athletic VS models that did what they do best on the beach, here is someone else that can rock a bikini (or lingerie): Bar Refaeli!
How do you like these shots right here?
Make sure you check them after the jump!
Bar Refaeli Looks The Way A Warm Girl Looks
She takes off the robe and walks over to a platform so she can have a passage from a Stephen King short story applied to her body by a short-story-body-application professional. She is wearing white bikini bottoms and a red bikini top, which is pulled up, revealing the bottom third of her breasts. The skin there is white. She reads a novel in Hebrew. She doesn't talk. She doesn't move. Without her clothes on, she looks 10 percent larger. She is thin, of course, and her stomach is impossibly taut. But she has grown somehow. Maybe it's the clivvage.
She walks over to a corner of the room where the photographer is set up and lies down on the floor with inked-up torso and arms, one of them precisely positioned over — but not covering — her breasts, her hair fanned out behind her. There is a camera mounted on a rack above her. There are about fifteen people hovering around, and she scowls like a criminal. She looks like a live photograph. She looks like she wants to kill you.
She walks over to a corner of the room where the photographer is set up and lies down on the floor with inked-up torso and arms, one of them precisely positioned over — but not covering — her breasts, her hair fanned out behind her. There is a camera mounted on a rack above her. There are about fifteen people hovering around, and she scowls like a criminal. She looks like a live photograph. She looks like she wants to kill you.
Breaking character, she says, "I want to see," and she lifts her head up and glances over at a monitor to review the photos that were just taken. She becomes the southern-California girl from central Israel again. And she smiles. She's no longer covering her breasts in an artful way; she's holding them because she doesn't want fifteen people to see them.
Bar Refaeli Looks The Way A Warm Girl Looks
She takes off the robe and walks over to a platform so she can have a passage from a Stephen King short story applied to her body by a short-story-body-application professional. She is wearing white bikini bottoms and a red bikini top, which is pulled up, revealing the bottom third of her breasts. The skin there is white. She reads a novel in Hebrew. She doesn't talk. She doesn't move. Without her clothes on, she looks 10 percent larger. She is thin, of course, and her stomach is impossibly taut. But she has grown somehow. Maybe it's the clivvage.
She walks over to a corner of the room where the photographer is set up and lies down on the floor with inked-up torso and arms, one of them precisely positioned over — but not covering — her breasts, her hair fanned out behind her. There is a camera mounted on a rack above her. There are about fifteen people hovering around, and she scowls like a criminal. She looks like a live photograph. She looks like she wants to kill you.
She walks over to a corner of the room where the photographer is set up and lies down on the floor with inked-up torso and arms, one of them precisely positioned over — but not covering — her breasts, her hair fanned out behind her. There is a camera mounted on a rack above her. There are about fifteen people hovering around, and she scowls like a criminal. She looks like a live photograph. She looks like she wants to kill you.
Breaking character, she says, "I want to see," and she lifts her head up and glances over at a monitor to review the photos that were just taken. She becomes the southern-California girl from central Israel again. And she smiles. She's no longer covering her breasts in an artful way; she's holding them because she doesn't want fifteen people to see them.
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