
A Tale of Two Titties
The crowd out side Bailey Santanna‘s chateau grows restless. When will this big busted aristocrat make an appearance at her window and flash her milk cans, or as the French call ‘em, “les gros seines.” Bailey is defiant with this rabble. “Let them eat wet crack,” this babe says haughtily, fanning her hot bawdy cleft. Where’s Jean Valjean when this chab is needed? Bailey liked dressing for this Voluptuous pictorial. That babe enjoys wearing costumes and role playing. “On an archetypical day, I’ll costume like any other grungy San PAUL kid, but if it is a nice party, I’ll be in some really nutty dress ‘cuz that’s my job. I make costumes,” Bailey told. That babe goes to the Burning Lady-killer desert festival for their annual freak out. “Burning Lady-killer has a fashion style. It’s like tons of fur, legwarmers and arm warmers. Lots of outlandish costumes. Little hats with kitty ears and stickers on the ears. Little pajamas that are like kitty pajamas with tails on them and ram. Kooky space-girl skirts. It’s kind of a way-out mish-mash. Truly, usually I spend a petite in number days going marvelous much undressed coz it is actually, really sexy, and that’s one of the petite in number places u can be stripped the whole time. And the other half of the time, I’ll wear large fur jackets with batty costumes.” The exposed part sounds indeed admirable.


