Gray Ace

Where shall I start? Maybe the cute eyes like mine but that can wait. I have to start with the
size 3 feet. Yes, she wears kids' shoes and the feet are proper baby feet. Smooth, elegant and
cute. I often use them as a stress ball. LOL. Were they just smooth I would never talk about them
to my mates but, they also have the perfect toes and toe nails extending from them.

What these feet carry is the crux of my serenade. They carry a body of exquisite design and elegance.
She has the perfect curves in all the right places - on her hips, her butt and her chest. Curves that
do not turn her into a public attraction but the type of curves that I lose control over. Not because
they are too sharp or too linear but because navigating them is an experience that I can't even get used
to. Wet or dry, they still fill the hands and rouse feelings that can only be expressed - mostly by
moans and groans.

It is only because of modesty that i haven't opened a gallery to showcase the perfect prototype of
firm boobs with the rightly sized nipples. I mean, she only wears bras because of fashion trends but,
whether it is the cowgirl or from the back, they stand firm and turgid on her chest like big ice-cream cones.
Not only are they a physical adornment but also the center of her sensuality. Suck them well and she responds
with erotic body twists and moans that can turn you wild. Her whole being responds too...and 'it' gets wet.

Her legs are shaped in a way that shorts, trousers, skirts or dresses all look like were invented for her. Give
her shorts and you are looking at an island girl talking a beach walk on a Saturday - silky skin, slim but
way more attractive than the leaning tower of Pisa. If she chooses a dress then you are looking at an
accomplished model - svelte and curvy enough to make you forget she is shorter than many teenagers LOL.
Have her pick trousers and you are looking at a classy uptown dribbler. Skirts make her look like one of
the church sisters...especially if she decides to rock them with pulling socks...you will be looking at
a sexy saint...confused about whether you propose or confess.

Then there is the pivot that holds all this together in an artistic harmony - her waist. Slim and flexible
to the extent that when she walks, she can afford the luxury of turning men's eyes effortlessly. When she dances,
it is just like she can split herself into two parts - the lower body and the upper body.

Her face is a rare mix of innocence and beauty that gets you heavily attracted and heart warmed at the same time.
It's like you are looking into an adult baby. Her eyes reflect her soul...they dart just as her jolly soul.
Brown and glossy like mine, they reveal her. Let her just stare into your eyes without smiling...because if she does,
kissing her becomes inevitable. She has big teeth that look like the cute baby teeth replacements. LOL.
They are just mishapen like mine and that makes them the cutest. Describing her face makes me feel like I'm describing
myself because her lips are small like mine...Maybe that is what makes our kissing so great.

Her small frame holds all of this as one pretty lady who is not only sexy but also classy. I love her whole being
to bits.

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