l'ho vista negli snap di jesse jane e nikki benz, è ingrassata tantissimo
Siamo cresciuti con la televisione che ci ha convinto che un giorno saremmo diventati miliardari, miti del cinema, rock stars. Ma non é cosi. E lentamente lo stiamo imparando. E ne abbiamo veramente le palle piene. (Tyler Durden, Fight Club)
la sua massa culonica spaventosa la fa apparire più bassa di quel che è, in realtà è una ragazzona alta 173 cm con un punto vista stretto e la schiena a V
ha un bel seno ed è molto brava nell'oral, con un'eccellente succhiata di palle, movimento rotatorio di polso veloce e senza soluzione di continuità, ottimo eye contact con i suoi occhioni azzurri, colpi potentissimi nel cowgirl (da distruggerti il cazzo)
in effetti il viso comincia mostrare qualche rughetta, e il marito Pete Digirolamo è orribile. non fa anal. però a me è sempre piaciuta.
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel I was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
la porzione del culo sarà quella portoricana, il resto è nord europeo
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel I was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)