Barchetta likes to deceive. Like today when she comes in her pink shorts and a white shirt, barefoot. As if she was just a normal sweet young woman. Maybe even innocent. That is the outside, but on the inside there is a beast. And she proves it right away when she jumps on his chest vigorously so that he can barely catch his breath.

Barchetta likes to deceive. Like today when she comes in her pink shorts and a white shirt, barefoot. As if she was just a normal sweet young woman. Maybe even innocent. That is the outside, but on the inside there is a beast. And she proves it right away when she jumps on his chest vigorously so that he can barely catch his breath.