Gioconda Rosa Maria Roffiel My vulva is a flower, it is a shell, a fig, a velvet It is full of aromas, flavors and corne

Gioconda Rosa Maria Roffiel My vulva is a flower, it is a shell, a fig, a velvet It is full of aromas, flavors and corners, It is pink, soft, intimate, fleshy. When I was 12 years old, fluff sprouted, a cloud of cotton between my thighs, feels, vibrates, bleeds, gets angry, gets wet, throbs, talks to me, jealously guards between its folds the exact center of my cosmos, tiny moon that burns, wave that leads to another universe... Every 25 days it turns red, explodes, screams, then, I squeeze her with my hands, I say words of love in a very low voice, It is my second mouth, my 4 lips. She is naughty, defiant, she drips, she soaks me, he likes languages that think they are butterflies the supportive penises, the female plum pulp, or simply the caresses coming from myself... She is a panther, a gazelle, a rabbit, she offers herself a flirt if you pamper her, she closes violently if she is offended... She is my accomplice, she is my friend, an eternal smile of a pleased woman. For all the women who visit this forum! my email: beliathico@hotmail.com