A Tale of Two Titties
The crowd outside Bailey Santanna‘s chateau grows restless. When will this big busted aristocrat make an appearance at her window and flash her love muffins, or as the French call ‘em, “les gros seines.” Bailey is defiant with this rabble. “Let them eat cum-hole,” this babe says haughtily, fanning her hot twat. Where’s Jean Valjean when this chab is needed? Bailey liked dressing for this Voluptuous photo discharge. She enjoys wearing costumes and role playing. “On an archetypal day, I’ll costume like any other grungy San CECIL kid, but if it’s a precious party, I’ll be in some actually bonkers costume cuz that is my job. I make costumes,” Bailey said. This babe goes to the Burning Woman chaser desert festival for their annual freak out. “Burning Stud has a fashion style. It is 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 ram. Barmy space-girl skirts. It’s kind of a outlandish mish-mash. Indeed, usually I spend a scarcely any days going charming much bare because it’s actually, really hot, and that’s one of the few places you can be in nature’s garb the entire time. And the other half of the time, I’ll wear large fur jackets with bonkers costumes.” The naked part sounds indeed priceless.
