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 dress, the police would have to call in the riot squads from all five boroughs. No one needs that jive. Kristina would probably need a permit just to go outside, anyway, and wear a gigantic sweatshirt. So it's far better that we spent quality time with Kristina on this deserted, scenic location in the Dominican Republic where she and we can focus and make good pictures for SCORELAND without being accosted. It was getting near dark when the crew walked to this quiet seaside spot. There was just enough daylight left despite the clouds rolling in and dusk fast approaching. Fortunately, the winds didn't whip up although Kristina's heavy, watermelon-sized tits couldn't be swayed even by 70-mile-an-hour winds.