Demure. Perfect. Modest.

July 19, 2011 / Posted by:

Once your knees get off of the floor from bowing since your lessons at Gloria Starr finishing school taught you to kneel before royal objects of elegance, bask again in the beauty CoCo graced Miami Beach with this afternoon. This is what a Christmas ham dinner on the angels’ dinner table looks like in heaven. I bet she farts out pineapple rings.

Those of you in the Miami area might’ve wondered why it didn’t feel as humid as usual (just nod, lie to me, just nod), it’s because CoCo’s delicate derriere hole can suck the moisture out of a rock hard rock. And CoCo’s nalgitas a’plenty is the opposite of a rock hard rock, it’s like two moons wrapped in cashmere skin. Don’t you just want to throw a picnic blanket under it and feed your piece of the moment chocolate covered grapes and sips of cherry wine before tickling them in the nose with a red carnation? I was going to write “a red rose” instead of a “red carnation,” but then I saw that CoCo has roses on the thong that’s giving her butt a pap smear, and I didn’t want a Dirty Sanchez to dirty up that image.

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