A Tale of Two Titties
March 10, 2010 – 3:40 am
The crowd outside Bailey Santanna’s chateau grows restless. When will this busty aristocrat make an appearance at her window and flash her tits, or as the French call ‘em, “les gros seines.” Bailey is defiant with this rabble. “Let them eat cunt,” she says haughtily, fanning her hot pussy. Where’s Jean Valjean when he’s needed? Bailey liked dressing for this Voluptuous pictorial. She enjoys wearing costumes and role playing. “On an average day, I’ll dress like any other grungy San Francisco kid, but if it’s a good party, I’ll be in some really crazy costume because that’s my job. I make costumes,” Bailey said. She goes to the Burning Man desert festival for their annual freak out. “Burning Man has a fashion style. It’s like lots of fur, legwarmers and arm warmers. Lots of bizarre costumes. Little hats with kitty ears and stickers on the ears. Little pajamas that are like kitty pajamas with tails on them and stuff. Crazy space-girl skirts. It’s kind of a bizarre mish-mash. Actually, usually I spend a few days going pretty much naked because it’s really, really hot, and that’s one of the few places you can be naked the whole time. And the other half of the time, I’ll wear big fur jackets with crazy costumes.” The naked part sounds really good.
