Her name is Anna; she's from Poland, I think. Her hair is the colour of flax seed, a golden brown; it shines in the light. She can't speak a word of English and has no intentions of learning the language, regardless of all the time she spends in the States. That's just her style. She figures her body is her words, and her panties make them into sentences. It's a simple idea, really. She wears short skirts and tiny panties; if she wants something, she bends over near a man (or woman) and things usual go her way. You would be amazed at what a little beaver saying hello from behind white cottons will get you. It's a little trick she lear More ...
