Xenomy is twenty, looks fresh as hell, and says she’s broadcasting from “in your mind.” That checks out, because once you see her, she kind of lives there rent-free. She’s one of those girls who throws on a cosplay outfit, but not the kind you’d see at some nerd convention. Hers barely stay on, and every move looks like foreplay disguised as fan service. She’s got those small boobs that make some dudes go crazy, the kind that fit right in your hands like they were built for it.
She plays up that teen vibe like she owns it. Sweet face, wicked eyes, and a voice that could make a priest rethink his life choices. She’s got this daddy thing going on too, calling out in that soft, needy tone that sounds part playful, part dirty plea. The moment she says it, you’d sell your soul just for her to say it again.