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hi guys! I'm Mila and today is my first stream here! I can be shy but let's have fun!
Kongen av rommet:
Bli den første!
Offentlig
Privat
Navn:
Mila
Språk:
Engelsk, Fransk
Alder:
18 år gammel
Interessert i:
Alle
Kroppstype:
Tynn
Detaljer:
Store pupper, Anime, Stor rumpe, Store brystvorter, POV, Stor klitoris, Hårete fitte, Barbert, Hårete armhuler, Spillere, Goth, Jeans, Nerds, Langt hår, Skeive, K-pop, E-girl, Små pupper, Ikke-binær, Punks, Kort hår, Sportsutstyr, Middels hår, Clubber, Trimmet, Tomboys, Treningsbabe, Emo
Etnisitet:
Hvit
Hår:
Brunt
Øyenfarge:
Grønn
Subkultur:
Student
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fra 8 pl/min
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Det jeg gjør i Private-shows
Elskerinner, Skittensnakk, Yoga, Hæler, Korsett, Cosplay, Matlaging, Røyking, Kontor, Ahegao, Kameltå, Massasje, Kukkvurdering, Rollespill, Toppløs, Ydmykelse, Fotfetish, Onaneringsinstruksjon, Facial, Upskirt, Cowgirl, Doggy style, Cuckold, Erotisk dans, Spanking, Footjob, Twerk, Stripping, Sexleketøy, Orgasme, Fingring, Handjob
Brukeromtaler
Ingen omtaler ennå. Bli den første, start en privat!
I love to draw. Pencils, watercolours, charcoal – anything that leaves a mark, except for mug rings on the table (that’s modern art already). My process: first I draw perfectly, then I redraw, then I curse, then accidentally a masterpiece appears. Or not – then it’s “abstract”
The main problem of a creative person – start 10 projects and finish 0.5. Everywhere I have: an unfinished portrait, an incomplete quatrain, and a mountain of ideas screaming for immediate execution. But I’m an optimist: I prefer to call it not a mess, but a “multi-layered composition
I’m a girl who’s been tweaking reality to her taste. If the world was boring – I’d draw over it. If it was sad – I’d rewrite it in rhyme. In short, I’m the person who can turn a grey weekday into a colourful comic strip with a dramatic monologue at the end
I mostly write poems at night, when all normal people are dreaming. Rhythm, rhyme, metaphors – and suddenly I realise I’ve rhymed “love” with “dove” for the hundredth time. But it’s tradition! My poems are a diary, only instead of “bought bread” – “oh, how pale is this light”