RiRi Knows How To Pick A Bikini

You be acquainted with you're doing something right when your grown butch lady friend stops everything she's doing to endorse your camel toe hovering in the wind like it's about to rebound somebody.
RiRi slapped her vacation start (aka her El Pibe weave) on prune of her head and spent the heyday on the beach in Barbados with her ass not at home, legs up and mouth open. (Again, RiRi definitely has an uncanny ability for re-enacting every tick of YOU at the Gay honour Parade.)
You know I'm a traditionalist with a mode for elegance, so I prefer when bikinis look more (NSFW) this. But RiRi's two interest is working for me. When you're sitting on the strand eating beef jerky chips and some shit gets stuck in between your teefs, you don't trouble to ruin your magazine by using its pages to floss the bits wrong. You just have to call RiRi over and above, tell her to turn to the side and good her Glide bikini to floss your teeth to surrogate.
original is here