

Valerie Follass stands five-seven and a buck-twenty-three. Blonde hair, blue eyes, Hungarian. Born in ‘87. She gets off on sex, sure, but what really hits her spot is getting shoved around and told exactly what to do. She craves a hard, mean hand on the back of her neck—someone who’ll take the lead and not give her a choice in how deep she goes or how long she stays there.

Valerie Follass stands five-seven and a buck-twenty-three. Blonde hair, blue eyes, Hungarian. Born in ‘87. She gets off on sex, sure, but what really hits her spot is getting shoved around and told exactly what to do. She craves a hard, mean hand on the back of her neck—someone who’ll take the lead and not give her a choice in how deep she goes or how long she stays there.