Hot house flower by nature. By nurture she.took the hype hook to sinker. All I see when I look at baby is power. Habnero tiempo.
Warm to hot. Spaaniard, coated with Ibo.slathered with india injected with a pulsating Congas....mish mosh. Black as the ace of spades,mocha smooth , blond and blue,fiery red. Magic in the hips.
Rat-a tat-tat spray lingo on one full breath. Just ran down your program from A to Z. Just want to grip your hips mami.
Synch up your vibe. Turn that growl your emitten To purrr like a kitten. Ahh... eso..Asi.
Sitting at the park talkng to a loud happy crew of Cubans. Congas driving the beat as the women errupt in loud joyfull laughter Almost like home.