I've seen Bethany a few times, most recently yesterday.
There are already plenty of reviews of this infectious and delicious lady that describe in every detail the sexual prowess she is blessed with and how she so wondrously uses that gift. So this is not so much a review but a slightly off piste set of comments of my perception of her.
Any readers who may be Christian, I apologise for what may be considered blasphemous.
Imagine this, the Good Lord has finished another long shift in Heaven, another day creating earth and its inhabitants, today he knocked of his list The Butcher, The Baker and the The Candlestick Maker. This is really coming together he thought, though he was a little troubled that he was only creating people to provide practical needs. What about the emotional and spiritual needs of people, particularly men who he'd created to be a bit more primitive and needy than women by way of contrast.
What about when things go wrong he wondered, when the Cheesemakers cheddar has curdled or when the Bakers bloomers won't bloom and spirits are sagging and emotional resuscitation is required, or conversely, what about a reward for when the Butchers beef is melt in the mouth or the Bakers croissants are soft as Kylie Mynogues arse. Who, he considered, is going to provide the tonic to the disheartened and further heighten the joy to the elated?
That was his next task he decided. An Angel more savvy than Eve with the attributes to pleasure the lusty needs of men, both physical and mental.
The template began with the face and body of his favourite guardian of The Gates of Heaven, a face truly of an Angel, framed by golden blond hair, voluptuous body with milky white skin.
Magnetic Aqua marine eyes, so sparkly that refracted light into the eyes of men drawn to her by her beauty, triggering spasms of desire in their loins.
Lips like sugar, tender for passionate kissing and for wrapping around the eager twitching cock of the of lucky devil whose eyes her own lock with in a gaze with as she sucks greedily.
Pussy, as smooth as alabaster, as pink as a fresh spring rosebud, soaking with morning dew, glistening with sweet tasting pussy juice coating her lips that, when parted, reveal a clit so sensitive that the flicker of your tongue makes her hips tingle and later, Katherine Wheels to a shuddering orgasm from her tippy toes to her fingertips.
An arse so fine, so gorgeous.
A roving tongue that laps your nipples, cock and elsewhere.
Nipples like diamonds, hard and hungry when your cock is deep inside her.
A mouth, smiley, pouty, lusty, willing to receive cum as if it were nectar.
Add to this sexual potency a passionate, kind natured heart and you have God's creation. He called her Bethany.
I have given her my own name, Tinkerbel. Those who have seen her may understand why I think it's appropriate.
Those who have not seen her, treat yourself.
