EvaCopers

Do you remember that fantasy you had with the intellectual girl with glasses, angel face, sweet, tender and silent? that's me you fantasized about her breasts and buttocksWhat turns me onThe vanilla milkshake dripping down my breasts, the coffee as hot as my desire, the first kiss with my hands between my legsWhat turns me offI don't like gray days, I prefer rainy days to be between the sheets giving us mutual warmth.