Lady:Vortex

Lady:Vortex

Flex, Beauty. U R Gold.

Cold: The Assassin's Creed Shudders @ Your Whisper.

Victor. Each, Enemii, Slain Brutally.

Unusually, Feminine. Unusually, Ultra SeXXXy.

Darquely, Her Highness, Permits.

Winds Of Evil There As Her Jheri Curled Hair Drags The Grounds 4 Miles.

Styles Of Combat Could Never Equal The Ways Of Her Womanly Wiles.

Smiles Of A Darqueness That Shames.

Smells Of Delicious That Inspire, Instantly, All Her Bourned Dames.

"G.A.M.E.S. Of Night", She's M.A.S.T.E.R.ed, With H.E.R. Nunchuckus & Superfists.

K.I.S.S.es Most LuXXXurious 2 These Times Of Irreparable Incredulous.

Jealous Over: Who She's Permanently Chosen.

Jealous, 4 4evers, Over The Lady:Vortex.

Lady:Vortex.