Lia Chalizo
Wild plays with Marison and Lia Chalizo
Lia Chalizo keeps the air of a schoolgirl, yet her papers say otherwise. She turned eighteen on October twenty-ninth, 1992, a Russian girl from the north with pale skin and hair the color of wheat. Blue eyes catch the light. Five-five, one-twenty-one, the tape reads 34-28-36, the slope of her breasts gentle, natural B-cups that rise when she draws breath.
Lia Chalizo keeps the air of a schoolgirl, yet her papers say otherwise. She turned eighteen on October twenty-ninth, 1992, a Russian girl from the north with pale skin and hair the color of wheat. Blue eyes catch the light. Five-five, one-twenty-one, the tape reads 34-28-36, the slope of her breasts gentle, natural B-cups that rise when she draws breath.