A whisper of her name, Milky Amanda, brought images of taboo fruit. 
Her eyes held a mystery, a vow of unbridled passion waiting to erupt. 
Then came the revelation-her peaks calling, a silent invitation to discover her secrets. 
The Milky Way of her form was a universe of feelings, each line a route to ecstasy. 
Finally, a smile of pure lust, she knew her might. 