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I saw Valentina early on a Saturday morning and now I sat to write this review silent and starving, since the taste of her still lingers in my mind....
The only aphrodisiac you will need is her voice... Hearing her speak your name... beckoning you to answer... her voice telling you that she wants you... without words she can use her tongue to tell a tale... kneeling before you with her eyes feasting on your masculinity... you can tell that she is all yours… needing every atom of your anatomy... necessity being placed upon her knowing you are the source of her serendipity... you know she wants you right there and then...
she just seems to know your body like the back of her hands... her touch... ecstasy... body rising... sweating... panting... make-up melting... hair pulling... back scratching.... four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name... you are so glad she took off her stilettoes...
The only aphrodisiac you will need is her voice... Hearing her speak your name... beckoning you to answer... her voice telling you that she wants you... without words she can use her tongue to tell a tale... kneeling before you with her eyes feasting on your masculinity... you can tell that she is all yours… needing every atom of your anatomy... necessity being placed upon her knowing you are the source of her serendipity... you know she wants you right there and then...
she just seems to know your body like the back of her hands... her touch... ecstasy... body rising... sweating... panting... make-up melting... hair pulling... back scratching.... four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name... you are so glad she took off her stilettoes...
