I’m the kind of girl your mother warned you about — the one who smiles sweetly while planning a little chaos. I like to blur the line between good and bad, between dream and temptation. You’ll never quite know what I’m thinking, but you’ll feel it — in the way I look at you, in the silence that burns hotter than words.

 Janett Rigoni 18 y.o. Štíhly horúci flirt