If there is one thing that pervades my soul when I think of you Lia, it is the absence of modesty. The celebration of the flesh, of the senses, the perfume of your body that I so desire to feel. Your way of experimenting with forms of transgression in a spontaneous way, embellished by your elegance. The extreme representation of pure filth among the eddies of lust. Impossible not to want you. You say it will be my lucky year? massaggisoft2012@libero.it