Kelly Rowland in an ensemble you’d expect to see in a porn video is always fine by us. She’s the hot-ho that escaped from Papa Knowles ‘House of Kissing His Bank Statements and Laughing’.
Here she is on the cover of November’s Cosmopolitan looking all kinds of someone we’d stop the car and wind the window down for. All that’s missing are the handcuffs hooked to her leather shorts. Sessy bitch!
