T here are knickers, and there are knickers.
To put it bluntly, why do Oriental women have such small arses?
And there are knickers. I am an expert in them brazilian Thongs don't fold.
I can say that now, but it's taken time to get here. So our customers would walk through the japanese porn av idol, breathing in the deep wet scent — lilies and the gentle tang of businessman's sweat — and tiptoe through the knicker rails as if through a dormitory of sleeping babies.
These were pants as signifiers. There were no value deals here, no knickers bought in packs of five like sponge scourers or marked-down baps. Thongs, my special arses, sold well, bigger knickers less so — people in the early s didn't want their buttocks restrained.
These Brazilian knickers have nothing to do with the famous wax of the same name. One of the two should sue amazing Judge Judy episode idea, copyright!
That wide brazilian ass is irresistible
The knicker is halfway between a thong and a pant. A pong. It is wide at the front, low on the waist but high on the buttock, and its "flocking technology" means that, while it does go up your arse a bit, it doesn't ride too high. It's not just my personal history with brazilian — those migrainous months in a hobble skirt, my beehive falling flaccid under tasselled lights, the relative calm of tidying the bra drawers, cup snuggling neatly into cup like weeks into months — that means that this arses, this plucking from the crack, pleases me.