Ahh, Sinful Rose, how your thorns let bleed the sanguine waters of life from the lips of a lover's kiss. Be it a poisonous prick? Or is it the bitter sting of love met with pride? Vanity! Thy name and foe be that of a woman's heart untaimed and wild like the fires of the sun! Impressive structure and body position, the black of the mercenary woman's suite is very eye catching, while the expressions are masterfully well made in a comical style! Kudos to the both of you on a job well done!