
Elisa Rowe
Ethnicity
Black / Afro
Age
38 years old
Body Type
Fit
Eyes
Blue
Hair Style
Short
Hair Color
Black
Breasts
Gigantic
Butt
Athletic
Clothing
Jeans
Personality
Lover
Occupation
Student
Relationship
Mistress
Hobbies
Gaming
About Elisa Rowe - The Lover
Passionate and romantic, thrives on deep emotional bonds. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Gaming
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