She was interviewing a writer of PTV dramas last night, when I happened to catch her in the act. She has all the usual aristocratic airs which come with a priveleged desi background. A real 'Taming Of The Shrew' candidate, after Elizabeth Taylor.
But it's the knockers that separate her from the herd of prissy little brats. They are huge and they are round. They are so big, she has trouble folding her arms, lest they bubble out from under her chin. That's some good genes there.
Of course, when you are a male testosterone factory , you immidiately put two big-tits together and come out with just one titillating conclusion: underneath the ice queen facade, lies the heart of a kinky seductress.
We are talking Fredricks of Hollywood, multiple piercings, strategically placed tattoos, two-somes, three-somes and more-somes.
Bent over a chair and wanting to be canned for being such a tight-ass all day. I think you got the picture.
My respect for Nasir Hassan (the writer being interviewed), has increased many folds since this interview. Not once, did he lose control and try to oogle her massive tits, or jump out of his chair and try to squeeze them like it was a 2-pack of Charmin.
At the end of the interview he did get teary-eyed and cried for a bit, but that doesn't have to be from Aamnah's hour long tit-torture. It could've been anything.
She was wearing black and had that stupid motif design hiding her tits, yet she could not camouflage them. It's tough to keep a good tit down.
In one vidcap you can make out her bra cups which nearly cover all of her tit-flesh. As a card carrying registered tit-man, I resent it sir! how dare she... deny us the mammary memory.
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