Miss Falls is not the stereo, cookie cutter, Latina (babe)! Her eyes draw you in immediately begging to get some idea of what she might be thinking. Her just parted lips give me the sense it’s of some exotic, far away place that one could only dream of and it’s beauty slave the eyes wile freeing the body in its lure of warmth and tranquility. My hands would find truth in looking at her smooth skin, the veriest wisps of the finest hair on her perfect body. Not a hungry bone to be seen, but smoothly rounded angles. Her body exuding it’s loveliness even when clothed. I would gladly embarrass myself if only given the chance to talk to her.
