Lady of the hearts

Viorica showed up again like nobody’s business—straight out of that tiny Romanian village where folks still whisper about how many cocks she’s emptied. Three husbands down and more lovers than the village has men, yet here she is, legs already twitching for another round. No shame, just hunger. She doesn’t ask; she shows up wet and ready, dragging guys to the hayloft or the woods, and word spreads before the first moan hits the night air.