You make my vagina all melty,--wait no!--You make my belly all melty. My vaginas hot!

I would praise the Lord above for a ticket to that ride.

This was my love, her love --torn, damaged, broken, ripped apart and put back together. This was our tattered love.

My God, Mace was all man, the kind of man every warm-blooded woman would love to take home for the night, tie to her bed and let loose on. Sitting this close to him, my mind conjured up a long list of things I could do, just with my mouth.

Scarlett Garcia fell at the feet of no gloriously delicious man!