Hi, I’m Shannon, a 50 Female from Colombia and I’m ready to play out your hottest fantasies.
Want to know more about Shannon?
I’m Slim — 158 cm tall, 48 kg — with Brown hair and Brown eyes and a pair of delicious Big boobs that you’d just love to squeeze.
And I speak perfect English,Spanish. You’ll see…
What I’m into and offer in my Skype shows:
anal, striptease, dildo, dominatrix, squirt, cum, footfetish, hairypussy, oilshow, bdms, nippleplay, suckdildo, dirtyshow, enslave, sexygirls, deepblowjob, colegiala, whiplash, creamfeet, deepblowjo
Is there something in my menu that you’d like to explore with me 1:1?
How much you’d pay for a Skype show with Shannon?
$ 1 per minute.
What do the others say about me?
I’ve got a score of 5 out of 5 from [object Object] paying members.
Are you into Slim MILF with a long list of kinks that offer intimate Porn star shows right on Skype?
Then here I am: just Skype me and let’s make your hottest Bicurious Hispanic fantasies cum true!
This is how she describes herself
Hello……
Shannon, this is Shannon. I’d love to have you join the fun.
Animate why you will be waiting, kisses, and we can enjoy together.
Hola……
Soy Shannon y te doy la bienvenida a la divercion , te estare esperando ansiosa de disfrutar de un buen sexo,… Asi como tambien de que me permitas ser tu amiga intima, y me puedas compartir tus mas intimos secretos, y realizar juntos muchas travesuras .
Animate por que yo te estare esperando, besos y espero poder di
DO YOU LIKE EROTIC STORIES REALLY? ……
The wild wolf
I sense you on the opposite side of the bed. I reach for warmth by moving one foot. I’m not sure if this is a reflex or if you really hear the call of “my wild Wolf.” I feel you in my mouth as you turn. In the terror of my morning breath, I am very close to you, and I fight it with gallantry. Last night, we ate and smoked until we fell. I don’t remember if we went to the bathroom for the automatic visit of the “teeth and pee” so that is why I’m pissing so much.
Your touch is subtle when I open my eyes. It is hot and we are sweaty. We may be too cold for winter, and are wrapped up in blankets. We are often sweaty. That and yesterday, we probably waved to that. Although I couldn’t be certain if we had actually brushed our teeth, I was still pondering this thought. I am already brushing my stunned lips, and you reply. It’s a reflex action again, or if you really heard the call of “my wild Wolf.” Doubt is a constant companion. I will stop for a moment, smile and say hello to everyone around me.
Dry lips indicate that your mouth is dry. You are exaggerated and groan. Or you growl. You grab me towards yourself. It could be a reflex action or you may have felt the call from “my wild Wolf,” which howls at you slowly and quietly.
I look up at you so closely that I can’t see your face. I am now defocused and kiss you. Unfocused, I am now kissing you. Your breath is my soul. You are my breath. Your mouth smells like a true delicacy. My plastic tongue is capable of sneaking through any slit in your lips, so I am kissing you. I swallow you whole, chewing well to get you through my throat. To catch you in my stomach and continue to grow the flame of this casual love, which escapes me,
We have been touching each other all day. Our hands touch our arms, stomachs, knees and backs. There are hours upon hours of repetitive caresses, which we repeat anxiously. In an effort to ease the fear of losing something, the terror at the end of each one makes it more frightening.
Attraction unrestrained. Unfathomable mystery. Magnetism.
We are now in penunbras. You have already pushed your tongue out of your mouth, and it is urgently searching for mine. This is not reflex, it’s a way to search for your wild wolf. We lick our lips. It’s juicy and full of the other. We want to hunt him like the shadows hunt them, insisting on an impossible goal. I love you. I love you, Kiss. I reach out to kiss your cheeks and grab your face to make sure you don’t run. This is when I feel your long, languid arm awakens and is moving between the sheets. You grab my buttocks. It’s not lust. It’s a “merge” with me, and let us navigate the universe. It is fusion. It is fusion. An “no go”, a cannibal act that results in a filthy room smelling of meat and love.
Now what? Your curious hand will now investigate my vagina. It will be your excited voice that tells me how much I like your pussy. All that is coming, so I will close my eyes and wait for it to happen again. This wild wolf is back! You can find it again. All things will be well again.
Shannon, this is Shannon. I’d love to have you join the fun.
Animate why you will be waiting, kisses, and we can enjoy together.
Hola……
Soy Shannon y te doy la bienvenida a la divercion , te estare esperando ansiosa de disfrutar de un buen sexo,… Asi como tambien de que me permitas ser tu amiga intima, y me puedas compartir tus mas intimos secretos, y realizar juntos muchas travesuras .
Animate por que yo te estare esperando, besos y espero poder di
DO YOU LIKE EROTIC STORIES REALLY? ……
The wild wolf
I sense you on the opposite side of the bed. I reach for warmth by moving one foot. I’m not sure if this is a reflex or if you really hear the call of “my wild Wolf.” I feel you in my mouth as you turn. In the terror of my morning breath, I am very close to you, and I fight it with gallantry. Last night, we ate and smoked until we fell. I don’t remember if we went to the bathroom for the automatic visit of the “teeth and pee” so that is why I’m pissing so much.
Your touch is subtle when I open my eyes. It is hot and we are sweaty. We may be too cold for winter, and are wrapped up in blankets. We are often sweaty. That and yesterday, we probably waved to that. Although I couldn’t be certain if we had actually brushed our teeth, I was still pondering this thought. I am already brushing my stunned lips, and you reply. It’s a reflex action again, or if you really heard the call of “my wild Wolf.” Doubt is a constant companion. I will stop for a moment, smile and say hello to everyone around me.
Dry lips indicate that your mouth is dry. You are exaggerated and groan. Or you growl. You grab me towards yourself. It could be a reflex action or you may have felt the call from “my wild Wolf,” which howls at you slowly and quietly.
I look up at you so closely that I can’t see your face. I am now defocused and kiss you. Unfocused, I am now kissing you. Your breath is my soul. You are my breath. Your mouth smells like a true delicacy. My plastic tongue is capable of sneaking through any slit in your lips, so I am kissing you. I swallow you whole, chewing well to get you through my throat. To catch you in my stomach and continue to grow the flame of this casual love, which escapes me,
We have been touching each other all day. Our hands touch our arms, stomachs, knees and backs. There are hours upon hours of repetitive caresses, which we repeat anxiously. In an effort to ease the fear of losing something, the terror at the end of each one makes it more frightening.
Attraction unrestrained. Unfathomable mystery. Magnetism.
We are now in penunbras. You have already pushed your tongue out of your mouth, and it is urgently searching for mine. This is not reflex, it’s a way to search for your wild wolf. We lick our lips. It’s juicy and full of the other. We want to hunt him like the shadows hunt them, insisting on an impossible goal. I love you. I love you, Kiss. I reach out to kiss your cheeks and grab your face to make sure you don’t run. This is when I feel your long, languid arm awakens and is moving between the sheets. You grab my buttocks. It’s not lust. It’s a “merge” with me, and let us navigate the universe. It is fusion. It is fusion. An “no go”, a cannibal act that results in a filthy room smelling of meat and love.
Now what? Your curious hand will now investigate my vagina. It will be your excited voice that tells me how much I like your pussy. All that is coming, so I will close my eyes and wait for it to happen again. This wild wolf is back! You can find it again. All things will be well again.
