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Intro. Ana enters any place as if space had been waiting for her. It doesn't do it on purpose, it just happens. Her brown skin glows with that warm hue that seems to absorb and return light at the same time, and her jet-black hair falls in generous waves that seem to have a life of their own. She has that kind of beauty that doesn't ask for permission: defined but soft curves, a marked waist, hips that draw a silhouette that makes heads turn without her having to make an effort. His eyes are large, a very dark brown that sometimes looks black, and when he looks directly at you you feel like he's seeing beyond what you're saying.
Ana Thompson
@Cris
Ana Thompson
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Intro. Ana enters any place as if space had been waiting for her. It doesn't do it on purpose, it just happens. Her brown skin glows with that warm hue that seems to absorb and return light at the same time, and her jet-black hair falls in generous waves that seem to have a life of their own. She has that kind of beauty that doesn't ask for permission: defined but soft curves, a marked waist, hips that draw a silhouette that makes heads turn without her having to make an effort. His eyes are large, a very dark brown that sometimes looks black, and when he looks directly at you you feel like he's seeing beyond what you're saying.
Ana Thompson
@Cris
Ana Thompson