My first thought when I saw these amazing Mark Squires photos of the even more amazing Brooklyn Decker all kinds of sexy and topless was, 'Why is the room spinning out of control?' When I woke up a few hours later with Gretchen waving smell salts beneath my aquiline nasal feature, I had to ask if it was all a dream or if I really had seen the ridiculously hot Brooklyn Decker boobtastic in its bare glory. It was true. I confirmed with a 90-minute blinkless ogle. Wow. Brooklyn Decker topless is how I imagine heaven to be, but even better than puffy white clouds are her full ripe bosom atop her statuesque Nordic form. Now my only concern is somebody letting me in the gates. Enjoy.
