Tristina reminded me of some kind of Dollar Store version of Grace Jones. She was a big bitch, especially next to the Whore Jockey Bootleg. Nonetheless Bootleg knocked her down to size. This redheaded big bird got her throat did, and spewed all over. Then when Boot took it to her fish hole it sprayed like a whale spout. She squirted all over, and tasted it off the ol' man whore's cock. After Tristina got all the action she was looking for Millz Lane to break up all the ruckus. So we applied some nice nut butter to her ashy forehead and send her packing.