A Tale of Two Titties
The crowd outside Bailey Santanna‘s chateau grows restless. When will this Big-Boob aristocrat make an appearance at her window and flash her bouncy bosoms, or as the French call ‘em, “les gros seines.” Bailey is defiant with this rabble. “Let them eat cookie,” that babe says haughtily, fanning her sexy vagina. Where’s Jean Valjean when this chap is needed? Bailey liked dressing for this Voluptuous photo shoot. This babe enjoys wearing costumes and role playing. “On an archetypal day, I’ll dress like any other grungy San FRANCIS kid, but if it is a nice party, I’ll be in some really insane dress because that is my job. I make costumes,” Bailey said. This babe goes to the Burning Ladies man desert festival for their annual freak out. “Burning Fellow has a fashion style. It’s like plenty of fur, legwarmers and arm warmers. A lot of outlandish costumes. Little hats with kitty ears and stickers on the ears. Little pajamas that are like kitty pajamas with tails on ‘em and stuff. Potty space-girl skirts. It’s kind of a way-out mish-mash. Indeed, usually I spend numerous days going marvelous much bare ‘coz it is indeed, truly hot, and that’s one of the dunky in number places u can be exposed the whole time. And the other half of the time, I’ll wear big fur jackets with kooky costumes.” The stripped part sounds actually good.
