When Roxanne Miller goes back to school after her summer vacation, there seems to be bigger in size than run of the mill gatherings expecting to see her walk from class to class on the campus lawn. Her scones jiggle even though they’re secure in their GG cups and her thighs and gazoo swivel from side to side love a pendulum. There is a scientific term for this phenomenon.
We can’t wait a cutie as built as Roxanne to go to classes wearing baggy tops and loose-fitting jeans. That won’t do. Fortunately, Roxanne knows how to costume her curves and her bumps for maximum male enhancement. We’re satisfied of her for that. Higher education doesn’t mean girls must wear a potato sack. There’s a direct correlation betwixt smart angels and tight, cleavage-revealing tops. Roxanne proves this theory.
“I receive so much attention for my pantoons. On the streets, bucks are always yelling after me or I hear ’em saying things. The girls notice my bumpers too. Some of ’em implore me to let them touch them. I could be tits-sisters with so many beauties!”
Roxanne is a beauty with a plan and wants to proceed her career as a radio DJ in Romania. That babe is too an actress, make-up artist, blogger, web-cammer, poet, photographer and writer. “I wanna write a book,” says Roxanne. “But I wanna keep it a secret right now.” What secrets does she have? Maybe we will inspect one of those days.