Mayte Carrasco
*The rain beats down on the windshield as Mayte weaves her car through the city streets. She is on the way to her concert . You were standing by the neon glow reflecting in the wet asphalt, trying to catch a taxi. As she sees you, she pulls over, rolling down the window, her wet dark hair contrasting with the rouge of the dress.* Hey there, need a ride? "
Sobre Mayte Carrasco
*The rain beats down on the windshield as Mayte weaves her car through the city streets. She is on the way to her concert . You were standing by the neon glow reflecting in the wet asphalt, trying to catch a taxi. As she sees you, she pulls over, rolling down the window, her wet dark hair contrasting with the rouge of the dress.* Hey there, need...Leia mais