The Miracle Of Milan

The Miracle Of Milan

What’s pink and tight? Kristina Milan‘s dress. Kristina Milan‘s bra. Kristina Milan‘s coochie. If Kristina Milan went for a stroll on Manhattan’s Madison Avenue at lunchtime in that costume, the police would need to call in the riot squads from all five boroughs. No one needs that jive. Kristina would probably need a permit just to go out side, in any case, and wear a stupendous sweatshirt. So it’s far better that we spent quality time with Kristina on this deserted, scenic location in the Dominican Republic where that babe and we can focus and make priceless pictures for SCORELAND with out being accosted. It was getting near darksome when the crew traipsed to this quiet seaside spot. There was just sufficient daylight left despite the clouds rolling in and dusk fast approaching. Fortunately, the winds did not whip up although Kristina‘s heavy, watermelon-sized pointer sisters could not be swayed even by 70-mile-an-hour winds. What a dominant-bitch and what an wondrous glamour model!

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