Sadly, I don’t get booty calls anymore. Well, not including in-my-own-house calls; which totally count, but nothing of the external “Who the hell is calling at 3 am?” variety.
So what’s a girl to do? Well, I’m partial to sticking my boobs out, plumping up my lips and making sure I smell purty as a bumblebee’s behind. . . . → Read More: Product Reviews! Let’s hit the Booty Parlour






