Sexual Preference: Straight
Height: 5 ft 8 in / 173-174 cm
Weight: 120 lbs/ 54 kg
Favorite Position: Me On Top
Eye Color: Green eyes
Hair Color: Blonde Hair
Smoker: By Request
I like to walk in the rain barefoot, on a warm asphalt which steam goes ot, love a dust which nailed heavy drops raining. I love the smell of earth,
absorbing moisture.. I love the smell of the most first burnt leaves, and smell of flowerings cherries. I like to feel a body effuse from above water, to look, as drops
lay itself a path. I love an idea that I am happy. I love taste is taste all sweet, sour, salt. I like to remember that I am needed. I love
to look gifts at the people of recipient. I like to pet smooth, rough, to touch to hot, pulling back a hand. I like to listen and hear. I like to talk and
to know that understood. I like to remember that if pain to she not forever, if offense, she will pass, and if sadness, that and gladness. I love: I love simply
to love, in fact it is so simple to LOVE!
I love a true, and does not love, accordingly, a lie. I love bright paints, and love impatience with which wait
arrival of spring. I love sense, when see the first buds on trees. I love the pussy-cat. I love sense of gladness and sense of love. I love a
play on words. I love
to discuss. I love a cold rain not very much, and yet when melkie-melkie drops as if hang in mid air, and you go in this moist nothing. I love the sleeps. I love
dry lands, trout, kapersy, mango. Love pips nuts. I love something to love. I love music and feel that without her my existence would be full not.
I love, when in a difficult minute someone appears a road alongside and talks that loves me, whatever I was. I love the cinema, every raznoe, I love
existence of the cinema. And love books. Very much.
smell of fresh newspapers, new books, but not all. I love the smell of just alight match, and pleasant sweet aroma just subkuren cigarette, till
filling will begin to rot. I love, when the leaves of palms peek out above the umbrellas of beachs, necessarily in postprandial time. I love, when I am touched after
hands, herein there is something special and supertender. I love the type of red wine in glass, bubbles of air, oblepivshie a body in by bath,. I
like to look after red
moon, the rays of a sun pushing through through clouds, and waking up from a morning like to look after the specks of dust, slowly floating in the rays of light.
I like to kindle a fire, here
long to suffer, and after victory to breathe in the first timid smoke. I like to collect firewoods for a future fire, to pull enormous logs from the
forest, throw them on earth and
to dance round some wild victory dance., I like to look over sparks, flying up highly in air and overflowing all flowers of rainbow, and love yet,
when unknown people smile me. I like to look after people. I like to look over beautiful pictures in magazines. I like to look, as in bad weather
the branches of trees rock, like to walk barefoot on a green juicy grass. I like to shampoo and look over clean brilliant hairsprings. I very love
enfolded in the warm towels of terries. I love very loud music. I like to ferment by hours on the forest, and yet I love camomiles and little roses.
when wind develops my clothes and hairs. I love water not very much, but love it to touch. And in general, love everything to cognize by touch. I like to leaf books, new and
old. I like to lead a finger on pictures. I like to write with the pens of inks, but does not love, when all fingers are smeared in inks. I like to write every
delirium, and then to give him to read someone. I like to look after ants and draw flowerets the pencils of favourites. I love sex and like to talk about sex.
I like to walk on shops and do shops. I like to sing in the soul or in by bath, desirably, when nobody hears, I like that acoustics does voice
I am afraid of scream at night, stranger bell in a door, I am afraid to think about bad, am afraid of thunderstorm, when I in the field, am afraid not to
say a true, when someone simply needs,
I am afraid of explosion, blow, pain, squeal of brakes, fear.
I do not love..., when I am compelled something, I do not love, when the lump of offense in the throat outgrows in tears. I do not like to live under
breath, does not like to stand not in
growth. I do not like to think about death. I do not love, when my silence is interpreted not correctly. I do not like to be afraid of chego- to. I do not
love knowledge of the helplessness,
I do not love when I do not understand something, I do not love evil, avidity, illnesses, grinding and squeal of iron. I do not love itself, when I am
angered, nervous, cry. I not
I like to know that it not all to, whatever I love.
I do not like to be angered and offended. I do not love hopeless situations. I do not love sense of indifference, be to in relation to me or arising up for me.
I do not love a word "purple". I do not love, when set dull questions, and when steal up behind. I do not like to lose, playing a poker. I do not love, when on
me yell or elevate voice. I do not love, when I am scared. I do not like to play in dogonyalki. I do not very love an alcohol and state of alcoholic intoxication. Not
I like to cry, but love, when tears hurry on cheeks.
Probably I like to live
I love to dress sexy.I love to be naked.I love to seduce a man n make him cum.I love to look in man's eyes when he cums,it turns me on so much,I just ooze...:)
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