. You certainly do know how to get the eyeballs of the world upon thine hind quarters. The wife of Ice-T and a celebrity bottom champion in her own right, the blonde vixen has become especially showy in her efforts to pimp her own clothing line. The Coco Collection. I made that up. But I really should be in marketing.
Coco shook her near world record thumper in some kind of rhythmic cadence with the rest of the planet, ensuring naturally that not to many people on the other side would fall off. From there it’s just a matter of kinetics and gravity working in equal parts to achieve maximum booty shaking success. That sounds like a lot of junk science. Let’s just say the results seem to be working. Enjoy.
Photo Credit: Coco’s World
I didn’t do so well in most of my classes past the fourth grade or so. Physics, forget about it. But I’m pretty sure just from common sense I can tell you that the body Coco has built for herself is not going to properly fit into the dress she picked out for herself last night. Two objects can not occupy the same space at the same time, or something like that. While Coco’s enormous yams didn’t come plummeting out of her top as I suspected they might, her panties peeked out from under her tight short dress and other of her curvy lady parts seemed to threaten to party in the spotlight just about the same.
I’ll say this for Coco, she’s never boring. I’ve spoken with her before and she’s about the nicest, sweetest person you’ve ever met. When women are even halfway polite to me, that says something about their character. But as far as grabbing dresses off the rack and thinking they’d fit her perfectly, well, Coco might have a slightly different selection process than Ann Marie Bellaganza, the woman with the mole who used to chaperone the girls at our dances. She was not a fan of girls showing any skin or curves. She kept them under strict conservative lock and key. Until most of them got pregnant. Go figure how that happens. Enjoy.
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You know Coco had a racktastic of immense proportions. You knew her badonkadonk matched her upper lady humps inch for inch and then some by an exponential factor. You knew all about the curves and the cleave and the cans and the squeeze. But did you know how damn limber Coco could be? Nay, nobody did.
There’s something to be said for the big and round bodacious curvaceous women. And, there’s something to be said for the lithesome ballet girls and yoga masters who can lift their legs above their heads. But what is you combined the both into one S-shaped stretchable ligament toned lady thang. Well, then you’d have Coco. It’s hard to imagine what it must be like to share private fun time with a woman who is both big bottomed and incredibly strong and limber, but I’m going to guess that one of those words is ‘fun’. Enjoy.
If you’ve got it, flaunt it. And if you’re selling it, flaunt it just a bit harder. That might just be the motto of Coco as she lent nearly all of her boobtastic bounty to efforts to pimp her new line of signature sex products in Las Vegas. I’m not exactly sure why you would buy sex toys from her, but I guess you need to buy them from somebody if you want them, why not a woman who has curvaceous feminine spillage spilling out all over the place.
At some point, I’m going to introduce my own line of sex toys on the market as well. It’ll mostly resemble a can of beer, a TV remote, and a La-Z-boy recliner with a magazine rack attachment and stimulating back massager built in. If that doesn’t get you off, nothing else will. Men are simple. Enjoy.
Back when I was a young man, in the 1920′s or so, shows in Vegas used to be topless. I mean, that’s why dudes went to Vegas, to gamble and see topless women parading around on stage, or off-stage if you could afford the private time shows. And while topless stage shows have gone the way of modern concessions to family vacation travel in Sin City, there are still a few odes to the past that are worth noting, as in, the ‘Peepshow’ at Planet Hollywood, pumped up to the hour-glass degree with the guest appearance of our friend Coco, who brought her round-all over form into the tiny costume and on-stage for the revue.
Now, old school Vegas may be dead and buried with the bodies out in the desert, but girls with big bosoms and booties shaking their built-for-partying bodies on stage under the lights? That will never ever go away. Enjoy.