🎉 My Birthday is Coming! 🎉 💋 September 16, 1987 💋 Hey lovers... I'm Aliice Jones, a passionate, sensual, and real woman. And this month is not just any month… it's my birthday month! 🌹 On September 16th, I’ll be celebrating not just another year of life, but everything I’ve lived, learned, and shared with you here. It’s a truly special day for me — and I would love to celebrate it with you... 💞 🎁 I'm preparing something special for those who want to spoil me and make me feel truly adored. Come, lose yourself in the fantasy, the desire, the connection… because this month, my body, my energy, and my heart are hotter than ever. 🔥 💌 Want to be part of my birthday celebration? Your presence, your words, your attention… could make this birthday the most unforgettable one yet. ✨ It’s not just my birthday. It’s our chance to create magic together. I'm waiting for you… with passion, with heat, with love. 💕

🔥 The photo shoot that became too hot 🔥 It was a "innocent" photo shoot ... at least that was what the photographer said. Lace lingerie, high heels and faint lights - The perfect scenario for my curves to steal the show. But when the lens began to capture how my hands slowly toured my body, the atmosphere was loaded with electricity. "So ... now turns to me," he muttered, the voice a little more hoarse. I followed his instructions, archeding my back so that my neckline looked even more generous, feeling how his gaze stuck in me. The flash illuminated my skin, but the heat I felt did not come from the lights ... Suddenly, an "accident": the bodice was released on the one hand, exposing more than planned. Instead of stopping, the photographer whispered: "Leave it ... it is perfect." And so it was - the hottest photos were not even in the initial brief. 😏 Do you want to see the complete album? Only for brave ...

🔥 Hello, I'm Roosequeen! 🔥 💃 Extrover, spicy and addicted to dance until the body endures. 🎶 If the music sounds, my hips are not still ... do you dare to keep up? ✨ About me: I am a curvilinear goddess with great attributes (yes, you know which 😏) and an attitude that will leave you breathless. I love provoking, playing and making your imagination (and something else) shoot. 🍑 My strong: my sensual movements, an ass that does not go unnoticed and breasts that are a spectacle. 🔞 In my show: Provocative dances (reggaeton and twerk are my specialty!). Hot games and hot fantasies. A lot of interaction ... because I love knowing what you like. 💋 Only for brave: do you dare to explore all my secrets? I promise to make you spend the best time ... and leave you wanting more. 😈 🚀 Join my adventure in Stripchat and discover why everyone wants a bit of Roosequeen.

🔥 The night that the sand burned for me 🔥 The sun hid on the beach of Choroní when I arrived with my blue lace bikini -more thread that fabric. The looks burned more than the Caribbean sunset. A group of players approached "a little dance", and who am I to deny them a show ... I put my most spicy playlist and started to move. My hips drew eight in the air while my hands slowly stroked my curves. The most daring did not resist -his rough hands found my waist and his crotch pressed against my buttocks to the rhythm of music. "Here or in my cam? Because this is just the appetizer ..." I whispered by biting his ear. The whole beach cheered when I removed his wet shirt with his teeth. That night, more than one learned that the fire not only comes from the sun ... 😈 Do you want the endless end? I wait for you in my private chat ...

🔥 Motorcycle race in black lingerie: Who loses ... pays? 🔥 The road was empty when I arrived, riding my motorcycle in just a black lace corset and network stockings - the helmet was the only thing that saved me from a fine ... or cause an accident. "This is why you do not play, princess," the Motoclub leader growled when he saw me, his eyes traveling every black thread that barely cubied my curves. - "Fear of losing against a girl ... in lingerie?" I touched, accelerating the engine with one hand while the other slowly stroked my thigh. The bet was clear: the one who arrived last, would have to obey a desire of the winner. What they did not expect was that, after leaving everyone behind, I took the helmet and unbuttoned the corset under the moon reflection, while whispered by the loser's ear: "Your motorcycle was not the only thing that was accelerating tonight ..."