Photoshop, let me count the ways that I love thee! But, alas, thou art not Jenya. All would be futile!"
Anyone like to comment on this strange little photo? Do you see a subliminal message to it, or do you think she just had a hand cramp? Or maybe she was just goofing off, as I have come to realize is her want many times. That's another reason I like her. She doesn't take things too seriously.
You've seen this photo before. It's from one of her newer (to us) sets. Now don't look too critically at it. Just note that "Yes, I have seen this before and then go to the next posting."
Thy breasts are like warm, perfectly ripened melons eagerly awaiting for a lover to hold and press his fingers into them while partaking of their sugary sweetiness.
Thy womanhood is like a pouting peach, needing it's lover to bite through the skin so that it's juices can flood the senses and bring sweet relief to the screaming passions of it's owner.