Праздник Gianna, твоя тарелка полна, но десерт между ее ног

I'll serve you every course, slowly, teasingly—starter, main, sides… but the real feast waits between my thighs. My body is the dessert you've been starving for, dripping, aching, ready to be devoured. By the time you reach me, you won't just be hungry—you'll be desperate, stroking hard, begging for just one taste.