LanieStarling is twenty‑three, petite as hell, and looks like trouble wrapped up in brown hair and hazel eyes. She’s got that tiny waist at twenty‑five, a bust that’s just enough to tease, hips tight at thirty, and a body that screams made to move. She’s the kind of girl who doesn’t pretend to blush; she’ll just smirk and ask what took you so long to find her. Straight as they come, but she plays with ideas that would make most people’s heads spin. Underwear, roleplay, a little submissive twist, even some gagging for flavor—she’s not hiding any of it. You throw weird at her, she throws it back with a grin. Nearly nothing is off limits, and she means that like a challenge, not a slogan. Trimmed, tidy, confident. Not the type who hides behind filters or bullshit. She’s live, real, and ready to learn what new madness someone’s cooked up today. Twenty‑three, lean at 121 pounds, and built like she’s been sculpted for chaos and curiosity. If you’re expecting someone shy or gentle, forget it. LanieStarling doesn’t do shy—she does bold, curious, and loud enough to make the quiet ones tremble.
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