Model Claudia Romani gets into the spirit by rocking a black and silver bikini on the beach in Miami.

I'm not exactly sure what kind of ride Claudia Romani has going on there, I only know it's designed perfectly to show off some of her sweet cheek meat, which makes it an absolutely perfect vehicle in my eyes.

As you know, 2014 is the year I will be formally asking Claudia's amazing keester to marry me, assuming the laws in the State of Florida allow for such nuptials between man and booty. I'd like to think we're at that place now in our society when a man can marry a super fine ladies's badonkadonk and live happily ever after, or until sagging occurs, at which point obviously that arrangement needs to be annulled. Nevertheless, I do predict two decades of solid romance, lust, and squeezes. That's 19 years and 364 days more than I need to make me die happy. Enjoy.

Before you rag on this photographer for looking downright creepy while taking bikini pictures of Claudia Romani, I want you to go look in the mirror. Because I’m willing to bet you’re making the exact same face after looking at these pictures. And just think if you were within 5 feet of this perfect booty like he was. Ever seen those videos of kids flipping out on Christmas morning?

Here’s my favorite amateur bikini model Claudia Romani out doing what she does best: hanging out at the beach and looking ridiculously hot. After all these bikini pictures though, I sort of wish she’d spice things up a bit every once in a while with something different. Then I look at a picturelike this and remember sometimes it’s better not to mess with a good thing. So with that said, I hope Claudia never changes. And by that I mean never changes out of a bikini, obviously. Enjoy.

Sometimes I look at Claudia Romani and her killer tush and I think to myself, how much longer until those hot tanned cheeks and I can be together wed in holy matrimony. More specifically, when I can I fly us away to the Waikiki Sheraton for which I hold one amazing Groupon so that we can express our newfound nuptial commitment through the act of sweaty, oily, making of the sexy.

Claudia was once more flashing her thong covered honking bottomside along the beach in Miami, creating auto accidents and turning more than three dozen boys into men right on the spot. You could almost hear the sound. Such is the power of the Romani butt. Oh, I can not wait to make it my betrothed. When will the laws of man catch up to my unnatural lust? Enjoy.