BABY FACE WITH A BODY TO DIE FOR Brazilian GIRL They tell me I'm different, somehow... Sure, every girl hears she's special. An unadorned appeal for her favor, as timeless as it is artless. But that's not what they say. They say different. They re describing something objective, discussing it with me frankly. Like we're two scientists trying to work out why, or how exactly, I make them feel a certain way: Virile, kingly, light-as-air, with a completely new sense of ease, pride, and confidence. They're right that there is something about me, and I think I know what it is. Ilove this. When I serve you, I am truly, deeply satisfied. It's real. When we first meet, you won't fully understand. You'll see a beautiful, young woman--energetic, playful, and silly, yet intelligent and charismatic. You'll notice a touch of sass with a great ass to match. But only later, when you sense how satisfied we both are, will you fully understand how different I am. You'll feel like there's nothing else that matters in the world outside of us in our languid tranquility. And in a primal sense, that's true. It's a pure instinctual fact, unadulterated by, well, adulthood in this complicated world of men. When I look into your eyes. I see magic and happiness. Dont you? I dream of exploring new horizons with someone by my side equally curious as me. I am your discreet confidant, your rapt listener, and above all your champion. Satiated pillow talk during those unforgettable nights together, growing to understand you as you and me, this is what I live for. While we're each so utterly immersed in one another, it will begin to dawn on you why the term 'GFE' doesn't even come close.... Хохо, Just call me.... xxx