My name is Freya) I am like a sunset in the middle of spring. Red hair softly frames my face, as if the sun's rays decided to stay with me forever. Freckles are scattered across my skin, like stars in the morning sky - alive, real, warm. I look with kindness in which you drown, like in warm tea on a cloudy day. Sensitive. subtly catching the mood of others, she is not just nearby - she understands. And my figure ... well, nature did not spare curves - a big butt adds to my childish charm, because it is [more]
