What’s pink and constricted? Kristina Milan‘s costume. Kristina Milan‘s undergarment. Kristina Milan‘s coochie. If Kristina Milan went for a stroll on Manhattan’s Madison Avenue at lunchtime in that costume, the police would must call in the riot squads from all five boroughs. No one needs that jive. Kristina would probably need a permit just to go outside, besides, and wear a king-size sweatshirt. So it is far better that we spent quality time with Kristina on this deserted, scenic location in the Dominican Republic where she and we can focus and make fine fotos for SCORELAND with out being accosted. It was getting near black when the employees strided to this quiet seaside spot. There was just sufficient daylight left despite the clouds rolling in and dusk fast approaching. Fortunately, the winds didn’t whip up although Kristina‘s heavy, watermelon-sized knockers could not be swayed even by 70-mile-an-hour winds. What a domme and what an wondrous model!