NathalyJohns

I am a whisper made, the caress that begins innocent and ends up burning every corner. My movements are slow, calculated, designed for desire to grow until it becomes inevitable. Not only do I seek to be touched ... I seek to be remembered.

I am the temptation that walks slowly, with lips that invite and a look that promises sins. My aroma stays in your skin, my gestures in your mind, and when you close your eyes ... you will continue to feel

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I am the desire dressed in elegance, the perfect mixture between sweetness and sin. Every word of mine is a hook, every gesture, a promise that you know you will not be able to forget

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