I love when the skin is velvety, warm, with a light shade of peach sunset. A blush plays on the cheeks, as if the wind had just run across the face. And the hair. It flows like a river, sometimes golden in the rays of the sun, sometimes dark as chocolat

everyday

I can be different: sometimes as indomitable as a spring stream, sometimes as soft as the silk of morning mist. In my soul, both the courage of a fairy and the vulnerability of a dewdrop coexist. I believe in miracles, even if I hide it behind a mask of adulthood, and I love so much that my feelings can melt even the coldest heart

My shows are notes in the melody of life, each with its own timbre and depth. Some are like a light breeze, playful and carefree, my laughter rings like crystal bells, and my eyes sparkle with mischievous sparks. Others are thoughtful and gentle, like the whisper of an autumn forest

Humor, Legs, feet & shoes, Lipstick, Make up, Nylons, Outfits, Piercings & tattoos, Ask about my other interests

I can't stand the disdainful attitude towards myself and others, rudeness and hatred