Amethy is thirty-three, sexy as hell, with that slender European body built like a smooth damn sculpture. Five-foot-nine of brown-haired, hazel-eyed trouble wrapped up in French heat. She’s not playing coy either—she knows what the hell she’s doing. Waist thirty, bust thirty-three, hips thirty-seven, all perfectly lined up like a sin someone should confess later. She’s live, always on, party chat wide open, showing off without turning it into some cheap BDSM cliché—she doesn’t do that nonsense. No dirty talk circus either, just straight-up sexy moves and raw teasing that actually hits right. She knows how to use toys, how to keep your eyes glued, and how to make you forget your damn name for a minute. Capricorn, of course—makes sense. Hardworking, focused, probably bossy if you push her wrong. She’s bi, so she plays across the whole damn field. Trimmed down there, clean, sharp, confident—like someone who doesn’t waste time with excuses. French, fluent, flirty as hell, like every word she says might melt your brain. She’s got fetishes too—feet, anal, a little spanking fun, and that interactive vibe setup that’ll make anyone twitch in their seat. You can tell she’s used to being looked at, admired, wanted. And she fucking owns it. No gold show bullshit, no fake pregame, just pure, live, raw energy. Amethy doesn’t ask for attention—she drags it out of you whether you’re ready or not.
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