Host Profile:My name is Gail Linch. I am
like a flower of magnolia,
which is revealed slowly, but
imperiously, with the very
aroma that is remembered. I
am not one of those who are
afraid of numbers in the
passport. Age is not an
expiration date, but an
excerpt. Like an expensive
wine or skin of a suitcase,
rubbed with frequent travel.
And I had a lot of them. I go
in heels that could destroy if
I wanted to. My legs are long,
fit, with history. They wore
me on Milan’s boutiques,
fled from the rain in Prague,
measured the beaches of Miami
with their steps. They know
the price of every step. My
spectators do not come for
cheap adrenaline, but for what
they lack: for sophistication,
for a hint that maturity can
be more dangerous than youth.
These are men who acome for
what they cannot buy in
ordinary life: for intellect,
for the conversation, for the
very look, which says: "I know
what you want, even before you
understand it."
What turns me on :My wardrobe is a collection.
Black lace from Agent
Provocateur, a silk robe
brought from Florence,
stockings that are more
expensive than your dinner in
a restaurant. I do not posing
- I live in the frame.
My hobbies? Art is because I
am the very work. Interior
design - because my body is
also space, and I equip it
with the same taste.
What turns me off :I am not competing with twenty
years. I am a different
category. They still learn to
wear their body, and I have
long merged with him in an
ideal dance. And if you think
that age deprives a woman of
power, then you simply did not
know people like me.
Gail Lynch does not get old.
She still becomes perfect.
Without compromises.
Host Profile:Oh boys, let me tell u one
story.... One day, I was going
to the gym, took the elevator,
just before the door was
closing I saw a thick and very
masculine hand stopping the
door, suddenly a tall man and
attractive for my taste, just
when we were getting to the
first floor, the elevator
stopped working, I was being a
little claustrophobic and i
was going to press the
emergency button, but the man
took my hand, we looked into
each other eyes, I said "what
are you doing "He just grabbed
my neck , he grabbed my hair
and make me to kiss him, then
he put his thumb in my mouth,
broke my ripped my soaked
leggins, took my hair and when
I penetrated I felt things
that I had never experienced
it, my heart was beating
louder than ever, I was so
excited, my legs were leaking
and dropping with pleasure, if
the floor was wet, you can not
imagine how I was.
What turns me on :You and I are at your house
spend hours enjoying great
sex. I love to do everything
to please you, I can do
anything you want, I will
please you like never before,
come and tell me what do u
want to see, what's turn you
on, drop in and ask for
anything.
What turns me off :When someone loses his mood
and stops before we finish.
