VictoriiaGray

Hello, I'm Victoria Gray, an open-minded woman willing to fulfill your fantasies.. If I'm your mistress, I want to explore your body and the pleasures that lead you to a unique orgasm in my hands, I enjoy a slave who worships my body and my intelligence with gifts in free chat or in private, domination is more than reaching orgasm it's discovering what really satisfies you and makes you explode Every part of your senses. If I'm your slave, I'll worship your body and satisfy my master. As long as you respect my boundaries. If you want to discover a magical place, ask and remember that my beauty and elegance are unmatched.. Beauty is something that can only be described in the right eyes, look with the alama deep in my beautiful eyes and discover a sea of uncontrollable passion.

You are my Queen even if you do not wear the crown; but if in my love verses is in my heart and in my letters in a thoughts, every time I write a poem, prose or a rhyme; it is an experience of passion in a moonlit night, in a rainy afternoon giving us warmth of love only know that you are my Queen. Queen in my wanting a woman loved.

I don't want to be a Princess, or have a diadem, or adorn my black hair with stars. Because the stars enter alone through the windows, and their brightness reaches me to make me happier when I dream of you at night, and between stars and stars removing chains, I give you my love and loyalty because I am the owner of your heart and your desires.

I watched you and I could deduce your desire for me. but your fear could more than desire the passion induced you to seduce me and ask me to cry kiss me and I answered you with the same passion wrapped in a sea of indecisions I win the fear, that fear that binds you to be yours and mine and melt into a sea of love and excitement, tenderness and seduction.

The feeling of an intense caress Under my clothes. . . The song of your voice! Blowing in my ear The moisture of your lips, on my mouth The reason, when you say for me, to be alive Nourishing my skin with warmth, beating with cold. . . A mark, never erased Up my waist, over my back!. . In those nights the moon!. It was recorded A naughty smile!. Right.. . . Approved. . . It's those details, the ones I keep in my pillow The babbling, sleepy Sketching, how much you love me!. . Until I find you again And read in time, sense!. For whom, live my soul!. And live in dreams!. Got you!. Every morning. . .

As long as you exist, as long as my gaze looks for you beyond the hills, as long as nothing fills my heart, except your image, and there is a remote possibility that you are alive somewhere, lit by some light. While I sense that you are and you call you so, with that name of yours so small, I will continue as now, my dear, transited distance, under that love that grows and does not die, under that love that continues and never ends.

The art of seduction depends on being with the mind willing to explore pleasure in different ways, I want to know what is your fetish and enjoy in my room a wonderful time together.

And I felt how your hands ran over my being and touched my soul, every moment was wonderful, sensational seduction of yours that makes me delirious because you never touched me not physically, it was only your sight that impatiently ran through my body as if looking for something lost, like a valuable treasure. Of course, to make love, we don't need our bodies to touch each other. That's the end of it. We all confuse sex with love... It's wonderful when you put sex and love together..

And I felt how your hands ran over my being and touched my soul, every moment was wonderful, sensational seduction of yours that makes me delirious because you never touched me not physically, it was only your sight that impatiently ran through my body as if looking for something lost, like a valuable treasure. Of course, to make love, we don't need our bodies to touch each other. That's the end of it. We all confuse sex with love... It's wonderful when you put sex and love together..

When you look at me my eyes are keys, the wall has secrets, my fear words, poems. Only you make my memory a fascinated traveler, an incessant fire. Your words are in my ears like fresh water from a spring of love and passion.

I will live every moment feeling that cosmos, and this love of ours that clouds reason, making stars in our paradise and with kisses of love, clouds of cotton. provoke me, strip me, devour me. And when there's nothing left of me, you'll know my love that you've bewitched me and that you've chained my soul.

There are kisses that pronounce by themselves the sentence of condemnation love, there are kisses that are given with the look, there are kisses that are given with the memory. There are silent kisses, noble kisses, there are enigmatic, sincere kisses, there are kisses that are given only to souls there are kisses forbidden, true.😘😘

When I can't look at your face, I look at your feet. Your arched bone feet, your little hard feet. I know they hold you, and that your sweet weight on them lifts. Your waist and your breasts, the double purple of your nipples, the box of your freshly-flown eyes, your wide mouth of fruit, your blond hair, my little tower. Spanish 😘

There are kisses that pronounce by themselves the sentence of condemnation love, there are kisses that are given with the look there are kisses that are given with the memory. I want to kiss you, taste your lips, explore your mouth.

Bless me or curse me every night before I sleep, rub me with your feet, with your beautiful feet that make my wake a safe place to let me be moved. Bless me or curse me every night after I moan, rub me with your feet, with your beautiful feet that make my wake a safe site to let me convince. Draw so many caresses as truths upon my skin, let me with kisses thank such exquisite pleasure; draw so many caresses as truths upon my skin, let me with kisses dawn so infinite need.

Absolute surrender is the essence of this dance, where body and soul surrender relentlessly, bound together in bonds of trust, where control is the art of surrender.. With every blow, suffering is released, with every caress, desire awakens, with every word, consent is sealed, and with every encounter, longing is strengthened.. Absolute surrender is a sacred gift, where pleasure and pain are intertwined, it's a deep and desired bond, where lovers discover each other without praise.. In the ocean of unbridled passion, domination and submission embrace, and together they lose themselves in desired surrender, where ecstasy melts, where they are bound together.. BDSM is a world of sensation, where control becomes devotion, and in every move, in every action, you discover the essence of unconditional surrender.. Thus, in this universe of pleasure and surrender, passion blossoms and the flame is fanned, and together we discover the essence of absolute surrender, where love and submission merge into a single drama.

Where the petals dance in whispers, her hair, silk waterfall light, catching hearts with its twists. Her lips, a bow that fires emotions, kisses that ignite fire in passion, her voice, melody that caresses hearts, verses that are interwoven in song. She's a poem that unfolds, a canvas of colors and feelings, a muse that inspires and does not deny, a mystery that permeates thoughts.. The beauty of a woman in flowery verse, is an ode to love and to life itself, a song to the perfection of meaning, which in words becomes poetry..

This fresh air sticks to my nipples, and in irrepressible anxiety they wait; they seem to sense your nearness, but not the feverish touch. What's keeping you? Oh the trembling of the thighs when your hand on them advances, and I unresponsive to the caress, while imperceptibly you advance.

You're intense and passionate. You're in the right place to achieve stasis and pleasure in the middle of an interesting conversation with an intelligent, confident woman..

Every word you say makes my senses tremble and take me to the infinite pleasure of feeling your hands on me.

The ideal man is not the one with the most beautiful face but is the one whose face reflects peace and luminosity. The ideal man is not the most muscular but the one capable of sustaining you in the midst of your weaknesses. The ideal man is not the tallest but the one who possesses the largest heart. The ideal man is not the one with the most beautiful eyes but the one capable of showing you his soul in a glance. The ideal man is not the most smiling but the one whose joy of life you are. The ideal man is not the smartest but the one who learns from his mistakes. The ideal man is not the one who is full of virtues but the one who is able to recognize his defects. The ideal man is not the richest but the one who gives everything without expecting anything in return. The ideal man is not the most lustful but the one with a clean and luminous heart. The ideal man is not the most proud but one whose feelings are noble and pure. The ideal man is not the most conformist but the one who fights for his dreams even if he loses his life in the attempt. The ideal man is not the most religious but the one who places his hopes in you, to return you the faith. The ideal man is not the one who tells you that he loves you is the one who proves it with deeds, without words, able to give you much more than his passion, his feelings and his soul. The ideal man is not the one who lives in the dreams of a woman you are, is the one who is real, exists, being able to love her and make her tremble.

The art of seducing a woman is to understand what is the point of her pleasure, discover with me the meaning of life and your deepest desires for me. I love it when you make my pussy vibrate and reach for the sky in your arms..

For me, the best time is the 1920s. I think I'm from that time. By the way I dress and the decorations in my room..

I wish you at my feet to pay me the tribute I deserve, remember that a generous slave is loved by his mistress and deserves a first place in her favorite list..

I want to shut myself in the world, awakening my senses to you, on my back, imprisoned in the wrists and ankles of the four supports of the bed; equine of vibrant, trembling skin, of free mind and slave will.

Just feeling the nylon on my legs turns me on and makes me want strong hands caressing my body and kissing every part of my body, discovering the pleasure and texture of my body next to yours..

A woman with beautiful feet can never be ugly. Gentle. She usually climbs her beauty by ankles, calves and thighs. "In the waiting between opening her lips without uttering saliva and letting herself be loved by the mirror eyes, the woman with beautiful feet knows how to wander in sadness". (narrow pawl))

The skin is sexy and one of my main fetishes, laissez séduire vos sens avec la délicatesse et l'élégance d'une femme qui sait ce qu'elle veut pour se faire plaisir..

I imagine your hand on my hand, walking glances and walking loves, I imagine my dreams, always in your dreams surrendering to your passions, succumbing to without resisting, I imagine your kisses, their taste in pleasures and imagining, I die to love you, because I already love you.

Every day is a new beginning and it's in your hands to believe in yourself and create your own destiny, you are the owner of your actions and the master of your silence. The privacy of my users comes first for me and everything that happens in private is between us..

I like the perfume, the rose and the kiss of a loving and caring man. I hope you satisfy me and satisfy my most intimate desires..

My feet are one of the most sensitive parts of my body. It's a pleasure to massage with the good hands..

The dominance and feel of the leather is great, the feel of its texture on the body and all the pleasure you can feel is priceless..

Enjoy the art of seducing a woman body in latex, each caress produces a sound and pleasure in your ears and moves each of your feelings of pleasure and sensuality, worship your mistress with gifts and bonuses and manages to occupy the first place among her list of slaves.