Her Royal Fineness

Flesh so ripe for elegance to burst the town is invaded by agents of lust. A soaking chest with anti-depressing glands no room to crash, she is a being of many soft lands. She has made every other attractive lady feel like a mannequin not the most voluptuous but one in a thousand and ten. Is this where beauty has been receiving staggering loans? how can a human exist without bones? She spreads her legs on skin-tight and produces a rich geography this sight alone makes men spill till they spell ‘sophie’ Every part of her comes with a distinct flare to fully understand God’s creativity, one should hold her bare. Since I touched her, my senses evolved temptation to look sideways has since been dissolved. I embraced her and my stomach digested dough she held me and my consciousness went slow. Her springing thighs give their covering a great value walking the streets, gives men’s thirst an expensive menu. Hips, mounted on sophisticated limbs to give a luscious framework just seeing her on short skirts calls for the celebration of sweet luck.