That hot Korean chick had all the moves.
She was a living walking bronze statue.
Korea didn't only export cute boy and girl bands.
They had also redefined muscle building contests.
Gone were the days of women who looked like men in bikinis.
The Koreans saw through the folly of that primarily Eastern European movement.
If the judges were full-blooded males and not into other males, as the judges in those Eastern European contests had apparently been, then super hot contestants might have a chance of catching the judges eyes.
It was only a hint of the camel toe.
Light material will do that.
Transparent might turn off the judges, thought Ai-young.
'They prefer to imagine until they are in frenzy,' she thought aloud as she bent down to touch her toes.
We knew which direction her fantastic tight ass was facing.
The other contestants were clones of each other.
The only thing that showed any individual identity was either the color of their dyed hair or the color outfits they were wearing.
Even Jack was working himself into a feverish pitch as he watched the Ms. Fitties strut their stuff on the stage.
What was that leaking down his pants?
'Pre-cum?'
It was Ai-young who paid me a visit.
For some reason, she must have thought I had some influence over the judges which might explain why she was gyrating hard on my lap.
The judges looked on amusement, especially when she stuck her tongue deep into my waxy and hairy ear.
In some way, I had the clout to sway the judge's decision, if I really wanted to exert my power.
I was the director of Big Tit Inc., after all.
She was a living walking bronze statue.
Korea didn't only export cute boy and girl bands.
They had also redefined muscle building contests.
Gone were the days of women who looked like men in bikinis.
The Koreans saw through the folly of that primarily Eastern European movement.
If the judges were full-blooded males and not into other males, as the judges in those Eastern European contests had apparently been, then super hot contestants might have a chance of catching the judges eyes.
It was only a hint of the camel toe.
Light material will do that.
Transparent might turn off the judges, thought Ai-young.
'They prefer to imagine until they are in frenzy,' she thought aloud as she bent down to touch her toes.
We knew which direction her fantastic tight ass was facing.
The other contestants were clones of each other.
The only thing that showed any individual identity was either the color of their dyed hair or the color outfits they were wearing.
Even Jack was working himself into a feverish pitch as he watched the Ms. Fitties strut their stuff on the stage.
What was that leaking down his pants?
'Pre-cum?'
It was Ai-young who paid me a visit.
For some reason, she must have thought I had some influence over the judges which might explain why she was gyrating hard on my lap.
The judges looked on amusement, especially when she stuck her tongue deep into my waxy and hairy ear.
In some way, I had the clout to sway the judge's decision, if I really wanted to exert my power.
I was the director of Big Tit Inc., after all.