Sassi has not lead a sheltered life. She has been educated abroad and has traveled extensively all over the west. She confesses a love for beautiful things. In her spare time when she is not appearing on TV (which she has aplenty), she reads poetry and listens to folk music.
Sassi's constituency is Thatta. I have visited Thatta. It's a no-nothing place in the middle of nowhere. Nothing grows there, nothing goes on there and nobody in their right mind would go there, but for the Thatta Mosque. It's that famous blue-n-white rustic structure that has 99 identical domes and it is said of it, that you lose count before you get to 99. The other thing about Thatta is rabri. It's a thick, white gelatinous goo that tastes suspiciously like marshmallows. After one spoonful you are ready to give up on sweets for the foreseeable future.
Speaking of soft white things that taste sweet, check out Sassi's tits above. Being a product of interior Sindh, she (bless her heart) has not bothered with a bra. Instead, she's here wearing a shameez (a long cotton tanktop used to hide the shape of your tits and pokey nipples), undernath her thin, white translucent shirt. Her left tit is therefore just laying there, rolling about, as she gesticulates wildly with her hands.
Her tits are like large, soft, inviting pillows that were made to make a sleepy head lay down in restful sleep --before getting down to more sloppy business.
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