If you were Janice Dickinson or somehow accidentally went home with Janice Dickinson, you’d probably want her covering up her pussy lip as much as possible. Partially because of the smell of rotting semen that she’s got lodged up there from a life of access and comdomless sex with strange men…since her lifestle made pregnancy impossible, but internal cumshots from strangers very possible, but also because the dying animal she calls her baby maker is hanging, floppy, and has little life left in it…shit is on it’s last legs…if pussy lips had legs…at least that’s what I can assume based on the rest of her body in this one-piece designed to cover up the rest of her body…Disgusting to some but heaven to me…cuz any pussy is better than the pussy I’m forced to run away from at least 3 times a week.