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I love you softly, in the shadows of false illusions. I want you enough to read you every night, like my favorite book I want to read you, line by line, letter by letter, space by space. I want you to hold your hand under the sky and show you the love I hide among the stars. I want you on the autumn leaves, talking about nothing but everything at once and, in a fit of madness, drinking your tears as I fade into your lips. I want to find you among the unspoken phrases, among the buried thoughts, among the complicated ways I want to find you and then not leave you. I love you enough to take you to my favorite places and tell you that's where I sit looking for you in the fog of looks that aren't yours, but I still look for you. I want you to make us laugh, drunk on nothing and walk slowly through the streets, yes, holding hands, rather, of the heart. I love you so much to heal you, and heal me, and let's heal together, to replace the wounds with smiles and the tears with looks, where we can say more than words. I love you for the nights you're gone, I love you so much to hear your laughter all night and sleep in your chest, no shadows or ghosts, I love you so much to never let you go. I love you as you love certain loves, the old way, with the soul and without looking back.
I like you when you're quiet because you're kind of absent, and you hear me from a distance, and my voice doesn't touch you. It's like your eyes have flown out and it's like a kiss closed your mouth.. As all things are full of my soul You emerge from things, full of my soul. Sleeping butterfly, you resemble my soul, and you resemble the word melancholy. I like you when you're quiet and you're like distant.. And you're like a whining butterfly in a curl. And you hear me from afar, and my voice does not reach you: let me be silent with your silence. Let me speak to you too with your silence clear as a lamp, simple as a ring. You're like the night, quiet and starry. Your silence is starry, so far away and simple. I like you when you're quiet because you're kind of absent.. Distant and painful as if you were dead. A word then, a smile is enough. And I'm glad, glad that's not true.
The day you love me will be brighter than June; the night you love me will be full moon, with Beethoven's notes vibrating in every lightning bolt his ineffable things, and there will be more roses together than in all of May.. Crystalline springs will leap down the slopes crystal-like the day you love me. The day you love me, the hidden cellars will resound Arpeggios never ever heard. Ecstasy of your eyes, all the springs that have been and will be in the world will be when you love me. Holding hands like little blonde sisters, wearing candid necklaces, the daisies will go through mountains and meadows, before your footsteps, the day you love me .... And if you unleash one, its innocent white petal will say passionately, "At the dawn of the day you love me, every clover will have four leafy augurs, and in the pond, nestled in unknown germs, will blossom the mystical corollas of the lotus".. The day you love me will be every wing wonderfully clinging; every flap, mirage of "The Thousand and One Nights"; every breeze a song, every tree a lyre, every mountain an altar. The day you love me, for both of us will fit in one kiss the beatitude of God.
My tactic is to watch you learn how you are to love you how you are my tactic is to talk to you and listen to you build with words an indestructible bridge my tactic is to stay in your memory I don't know how or under what pretext but to stay in you my tactic is to be frank and know that you are frank and that we don't sell out My strategy is instead deeper and simpler. My strategy is that one day, I don't know how or under what pretext, you'll finally need me..
I love you by the eyebrow, by the hair, I debate you in white corridors where the sources of light play, I debate you by every name, I tear you with the delicacy of scar, I put in your hair ashes of lightning and ribbons that slept in the rain. I don't want you to have a shape, to be exactly what comes behind your hand, because water, consider water, and lions when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable, and gestures, that architecture of nothing, lighting their lamps in the middle of the encounter. Every morning is the blackboard where I invent you and draw you, soon to erase you, that's not you, nor even with that lace hair, that smile. I'm looking for your sum, the edge of the glass where the wine is also the moon and the mirror, I'm looking for that line that makes a man tremble in a museum gallery. Besides, I love you, and it's cold and wet.
I sing what you loved, my life, in case you come and listen, my life, in case you remember the world you lived, at dusk I sing, my shadow. I don't want to be silent, my life. How without my faithful cry would you find meWhat sign, which declares me, my lifeI am the same that was yours, my life. Not slow, not translocked, not lost. Come at dusk, my life; Come remembering a song, my life, if you recognize the song from learned and if you still remember my name.
Every plot in my life has something of yours and that's really nothing extraordinary you know as objectively as I do. But there's something I want to make clear to you, when I say all the plots, I don't just mean this now, this waiting for you and hallelujah to find you, and fucking lose you, and find you again, and hopefully nothing else.. I don't mean that you suddenly say, I'm going to cry and I with a discreet knot in my throat, well he'll cry. And may a lovely invisible downpour protect us and perhaps that's why the sun will rise soon. I'm not just talking about day by day, increasing the stock of our small and decisive complicities, or that I can or believe I can turn my setbacks into victories, or you make me the tender gift of your latest desperation. No. It's much more serious.. When I say all the plots I mean that in addition to that sweet cataclysm, you're also rewriting my childhood, that age when you say grown-up and solemn things and solemn adults celebrate them, and you know that doesn't work.. I mean, you're rewiring my teenage years, that time when I was a suspicious old man, and you know, instead of pulling out of that wasteland, my seed of joy and watering it by looking at it.. I mean you're shaking my youth, that pitcher that no one ever took in their hands, that shadow that no one ever drew near to its shadow, and you know how to shake it until the dry leaves start falling, and the frame of my truth is left without feats.. I mean, you're embracing my maturity this mixture of wonder and experience, this strange confinement of anguish and snow, this spark that lights death, this precipice of poor life.. As you see it's more serious, much more serious, because by these and other words, I mean that you are not only the dear girl you are, but also the splendid or cautious women I have loved or want to love.. Because thanks to you I discovered, (you'll say it was time and rightly), that love is a beautiful and generous bay, that lights up and darkens as life comes, a bay where ships come and go, come with birds and omens, and go with sirens and thunderstorms. A lovely and generous bay, where ships come and go. But you, please, don't go.
I love you Your fiery gaze, your feline gait, your hands like warm roses, your heart night and summer, emerge from its retreat, source of gloomy insomnia, illusion, delusion of unconscious wings, to be fertile ground in spring and destination of my nameless ships, murky sailing ships that soar softly And slowly through the eternal wound of your abyss. And I dress in storms, drunk with pilgrim's dreams to conquer your arrogant battlements with my claws wrapped in soft clusters to board and make mine your horse to be nail and flesh with you on this perfect night, in this haunted mirage, of winds and damp deliveries, of sweets And arms in the precipice, that with passion sink and bury root in fold that fills the void of your dead absences, of your bed that is already mine..
I'd look at your hands and make up stories of fins on my breasts, of gentle rubs between my thighs. Instantly, petals and feathers poured down in an unexpected shower to wet my senses. I learned to be eternally thirsty for buns while I looked at your hands. Encased my desire was entangled between your fingers as a warm sea bathed me in a windless dawn.
I'm thinking of you. - I'm not. - I'm not. leather with leather. I breathe in the scent of your body as I feel your hands caressing me. I feel them running through me warm to their touch. Our lips meet... you eat me... I like ... play our tongues... The two of us salted .... My hands seek your breasts that pierce my chest. My playful fingers on your nipples make moans gush from your lips .... You lay me down and I feel like your wet sex is swallowing my dick.. You move with gentle movements as your breasts claim my kisses. With a little bit of ease as your pelvis accelerates its movement. I can feel your penis contracting. . your moans are increasing. . I feel you come to climax and bubble I pour my silences my moans joining your lips to mine ...
Take my clothes off, tie the night to my eyes, today I want to be blind, today I want to be deaf, I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone, drink from your thighs a bite of life and wet it all, and wet it all. You seduce me, you abduct me in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I drive my lightning like a Zeus of lust, like a faceless god, seeking your shelter, to kiss your lips and wet it all, and wet it all. Enjoy me, be my fire stigma, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma pours out, breaks and I sprout and come out and flood you and fill your garden, your maze, where I get lost and hide to light you and wet everything, and wet everything.
I envy the hands that caress your body, because they can go up your shoulders and neck with divine caresses and get tangled in your hair. Because they can touch the most tender places, because they can feel the delight in your breasts Because they can go down your perfect abdomen and reach the truly exquisite corner and bring you the glory of infinite pleasure. Because I know in advance how far away you are, I can_no avoid... Envy those hands !
I want to be, the reason for your smile, the haven in the storm, the clarity in the dark night, the wakefulness of your fantasies. I want to be, your secret admirer, the one who, in the heat of the day, is content just to look at you and at night satiates your fantasies. I want to be the one who writes poems to your lips and your mouth, to your vehement longings, to the moisture of your skin. I want to be, your placid weariness, the one who awakens your longings and wets your desires, the furtive lover... Your Faithful Companion.
Come, I invite you into my life, I want to hear the soft melody of your voice in my room... your sighs in my bed. Let me quench these cravings in your body, I want to be ecstatic with your nakedness; drink from your fountain... eat from your table. I want my hands to run through every part of your skin, my kisses and caresses to fill you; I want to awaken the desire that lives in you. Come, I invite you into my life, I want to be the one who brings you pleasure, the one who tears your sighs... the one who satiates your cravings for women.
Far from satisfying my cravings in madness you alienate me, it is torture that astonishes me, it is hunger that devours me, cell where I find your smile, nostalgic shadowhunter, you flee when you approach, you approach when you are angry, and in my ghostly kisses of roses you take shelter, you light up alone, and you steal from my bones of an old bear in heat a hug and a defeat, Alms of hollow kisses, heartbeats that run wild, dream of the dream that quickly arrives and implores me to melt in your mischievous mouth, to pass through you in this hour when you are my prey and I your carnivorous presence, your voracious predator of a goddess.
Tonight I left the window open so my thoughts could fly away, and I drew suns in the night sky so they would light your steps as you came in.. And I weaved tremors into your flowers and veins, stripped you of times to break, drank lightly the poison of your parallel legs and in the sea of your hips I was captain. I whispered ardor and vigil, I was sentinel, in the wounded hour my name was talisman, poor prey of your mouth so hungry, sincere display of this dark guardian. I painted your lips, your hives, your corners with white saffron scent, I made promises with storm splinters and by your body, like the wind, I let myself go
With you I learned That there are new and better emotions With you I learned To know a new world of illusions I learned That the week has more than seven days To make my few joys greater And to be happy, I learned with you With you I learned To see the light on the other side of the moon With you I learned That I wouldn't change your presence for any I learned That a kiss can be sweeter and deeper What can I do? Leave this world tomorrow The good things, I've lived them with you And with you I learned That I was born the day I met you I learned That a kiss can be sweeter and deeper That I can leave this world tomorrow The good things, I lived them with you And with you I learned That I was born the day I met you
They say that on earth, heaven and hell coexist.. ¡And it must be true because when my eyes look at you they see the look of heaven. And when my lips kiss you, they smell hellfire. You're my beautiful angel, and you're also... my demon in heat.. When I hold you in my arms my legs tremble, when your teeth kiss me, when my beast devours me.. You're mine, and I have something you want, you want it, you look at it, when between your legs you have me. You're my sweet demon, you're my fiery angel. I feel your fire in my body, when you drink from my lips. I enjoy the sins of heaven, when in your body you have me. ¡It's that in you I have hell and heaven I feel the fire when you come for me, and I feel heaven when I come for you. My love... you are my sweetest hell, my love... you are the fire of heaven. Bite my lips, take my hands let's touch the sky together as we sin. In your body the sky is eternal, in your belly the fire is constant. I burn slowly in your kisses, my sweet demon... my loving angel. May God bless us and forgive us too, may the envious devil be amazed, may the sky with fire name us You my wife, and I.. Your only man. We write a new meaning of love, where the peace of heaven and hell its warmth, in one soul unites us both. My sweet and beloved demon... my fiery sinning angel..
My love, how do you feel? I'm scared.. You must know that I hold you, even when your body trembles. Don't think I'm not afraid, but I lose my fears when I look at your body. Be mine while yours are my kisses, I'm yours while in your skin I renew myself. My love, how are you feeling? I feel warm.. You're a nymph dressed in a blue sky, while I strip you with caresses of sun and fire. Put all your worries in my hands and let me give peace to your breasts, because they are eriched, now that I have my lips on them. My love, are you still afraid? Now I feel like I want you.. It's not a sin to make love, my sin is the purity of your body. But the earth will forgive me, when we reach heaven together. Your skin caresses my skin, how your lips caress my kisses. And without you knowing my soul clothed you with an angel with wings of fire. ¿You feel me my love You feel me and I don't understand. It's that the mind loses understanding when the body feels full.. And even though your fear was always inside you, I'm making you mine... from the outside in.. For some this is sex and passion, for us... it's making our heaven. I know it's your first time, but your heart had already done it, because in a thousand dreams my soul sought you, and in a thousand dreams you gave me your body. It's also my first time, and although I've done other things, to make love... with you I'm learning it.
Rip those clothes that dress in shyness from your insatiable lady, while I strip my beloved beast dressed in knightly. Let me eat you by kissing while you feed on my body, and satiate your appetite with the burning passion of my flesh.. Let us be one body in one shadowed silhouette, and let the light be madly excited as it looks at us.. Let me taste the sweet dew that springs from your pelvis, as I feel your throat between my legs begging. ¡How delightful it is to love you my life how divine it is to have you in my lap. My love, don't comb your hair out of shame, let my fingers cling to your hair madly. Move your body at the mercy of your desires, I will wait for you quietly... in the depths of Venus. ¡May time forgive us But our climax must be eternal. ¡Scream, scream, no matter how the walls hear us and die of jealousy, and let the silence end... by wetting the bowels of your body.. ¡How delightful it is to touch the sky with your kisses How divine it is to arrive…. Together, together to heaven.
I want to be, the reason for your smile, the haven in the storm, the clarity in the dark night, the wakefulness of your fantasies. I want to be, your secret admirer, the one who, in the heat of the day, is content just to look at you and at night satiates your fantasies. I want to be the one who writes poems to your lips and your mouth, to your vehement longings, to the moisture of your skin. I want to be, your placid weariness, the one who awakens your longings and wets your desires, the furtive lover... Your Faithful Companion.
Heart I'd be like the wind Free, free Oh, love If only you'd give me A little bit of tenderness I swear I'd like to Take you under the moon And there I'll tell you a secret That you'd tell me your sorrows And let the night be dark To steal your kisses And God put you in my path To love you to death You'll be the light of my destiny Only you will change my luck You'll be my sun You'll be my Moon You'll be my sea, you'll be my rain You'll be my love, my feelings Every second of my time Tell me you love me Tell me you love me That you dream of me too That you miss me too Tell me that you love me That you dream of me too That you miss me too Heart For God's sake, don't be afraid And come into my world I know you want to love me Tell me you love me Tell me you love me You dream of me too That you miss me too Tell me that you love me Tell me that you love me That you dream of me too That you miss me too Heart If my eyes water It's so much feeling Oh, love I wouldn't be able to live my life To love you what I want Just close your eyes And let me kiss you To get into your soul To feel like I'm not alone anymore oh-oh Tell you how much I love you And know if you love me I want to know that you'll go with me To give me hope To make a beautiful dream come true That one day it was born through your gaze I want to leave my song in you I want to leave my life in you I want to kiss your sweet lips Hearing your cute laugh Tell me you love me Tell me you love me That you dream of me too That you miss me too Tell me you love me Tell me That you love me That you dream of me too That you miss me too Heart For God's sake, don't be afraid And come into my world I know you want to love me Tell me you love me Tell me you love me That you dream of me too That you miss me too Tell me that you love me That you love me too That you also miss me Heart for God's sake, Don't be afraid And come into my world I know you want to love me
Alone you, I my body your love I bite your breasts You excite me with your moaning I open your most precious gift That's between your legs Suck your elixir I introduce it ejaculate again and again You see and your moaning becomes endless ...
Though they don't express it, the ripe fruit forbids contact. The vines rejoice, the palms draw near, the inked flowers draw near fleshy. The flames light up and sex receives its next encounter beyond the center..
I'm going for the soft bite, to rip the veins from your neck, sigh as I strip on my tongue, the piece of skin I chose to start this new adventure with no fixed directions. Touch me, desecrate my breast, stick your belly to my belly, sink your breasts into my mouth, lift one leg to my hips while I delight in chasing your thigh. I walk through it, from beginning to end, my hand is wise, it reaches, it stretches, it feels the spasms when it reaches the edge of madness and the moss opens, determined, uncontrollable, beating like a living heart. My fingers, anxious, seek its center, the triumphant entrance to paradise, want to mold it, so, on touch, they slip through its walls of fire without burning. You moan, but you open, more, more, you ask and you desorb a rock movement, I don't know you, you're a tremor, a thunder, something that collapses without form, without strength, that succumbs, while a warm avalanche of snow descends over your legs.
The palms reach the climax of the soul, flowers, fruits, juices spill; eyes meet though they are not seen, stars shine brighter than diamonds; skins hang from just touching, the room is permeated by the smell of sex; pores widen, rain appears, legs Moist, hands, mouths; my lap is glued to your belly, soft petals refresh the silence; you feel the wind of my moist mouth, and you drink moon silver in the lightning; tongues meet just a moment, the bellies stir, contortion of clouds; for in the next The lips move and the meeting dies, getting happy looking for another invention..
And the threads of your soul shake with the touch of the yolk of my skin where they welcome the moans of your flame and slowly taste the sticky honey. All the vastness that fits in your bottom the fresh delicacies have delighted you the perfect trunk opening the contour and your body exclaims to me: I am in love!
Come, I invite you into my life, I want to hear the soft melody of your voice in my room... your sighs in my bed. Let me quench these cravings in your body, I want to be ecstatic with your nakedness; drink from your fountain... eat from your table. I want my hands to run through every part of your skin, my kisses and caresses to fill you; I want to awaken the desire that lives in you. Come, I invite you into my life, I want to be the one who brings you pleasure, the one who tears your sighs... the one who satiates your cravings for women.
They say it's a matter of time A thousand days and the sun won't shine Before I come back to you And I'm happy, nothing's going to stop me I'm making my way home, I'm making my way For your love, I will go far I wanna be wherever you are I know I'm coming back for you Our love is a river long The best right in a million wrongs I know I'm coming back to you And I'm happy, nothing's going to stop me I'm making my way home, I'm making my way I go solo, oh, I go solo I'm making my way home, I'm making my way For your love, I will go far I wanna be wherever you are I know I'm coming back for you Our love is a river long The best right in a million wrongs I know I'm coming back to you And I'm happy, nothing's going to stop me I'm making my way home, I'm making my way I go solo, oh, I go solo I'm making my way home, I'm making my way And I'm happy, nothing's going to stop me I'm making my way home, I'm making my way I go solo, oh, I go solo I'm making my way home, I'm making my way
You believe in coffee-rum, in prophecies, and you believe in the game;. You believe in fairy tales, in days of disaster and in dreams;. You believe in a Dieu vague et chimérique, or in a saint special, and, to cure the sick, in a few prayers.. But I believe in the blue and pink hours that you seek me and dance the pleasures of the beautiful white nights. And my faith is so deep and you are so much for me, that I believe in everything..
They tell me it's stupid, let him leave, why go to the engagement. And maybe they're right, but they don't know that your mouth is the ticket to paradise, like a hope that slips inside. And you're wrong. Sure, you're wrong. Like a gift that is seen when we open it, like the prize that they snatch from your hands. Your wounds.
But I know that there's only fear after your flight, that you throw me flowers from pots of fear that there's no champagne to pour them, that your escape is a rest, that l'amour ça prend du temps pour toi pour que les peurs ne s'enfoncent pas plus profondément dans vos tripes. Sometimes, there are no couples who don't love each other but the fears that invade us.. But you always come back, you always come back to tamponner the paradise in my room, to give a new orgasm to my memory, a reason more to believe..
And I know that it's not easy, that I'm still wounded in every journey of my tongue, but you heal me again during your journey back to us, You heal me, you bite my wounds and you tear them from a coup and there where he and had the skin brisée et la solitude I find only a new skin, a restored soul.. That's why I accept everything that happens to me when you leave. I accept that you choose me and that you let me go, that le bonheur soit un coup de feu, as long as this moment lasts. I accept the three calls in attente who bring in my life with which I do not know what to do to not let me be submerged by the landscape.. And also on Sunday when I feel that life communicates.
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