So what if she comes from the worst and filthiest of districts? She's a nice girl, and has always been; except maybe for the girl part, but we'll get to that.

Ivanna had a hard childhood. Her parents wouldn't pay attention to her, money was never enough, and those she chose to surround herself were most definitely not the best company. Alcohol, drugs, sex and illegal money from an early age set the path this cutie-pie would take to grow up.

And oh my, did she grow up. Blonde hair, dyed of course, fell straight down the ebony cheeks, adorning the bright smile she always sported. Vivid green eyes peered left and right, always curious, always intrigued by this, that, or whomever came in front of her, ... sometimes literally. Lips that were most of the time covered in rouge of all kinds of colors, even a rainbow at times! When they parted, they would allow the slightly yellowed teeth to be seen, and the two canines that were, apparently, covered in gold.

Following down her slender neck, we would get to the first of the three main attractions on this woman's body: her tits. Bountiful, jiggly, bouncy, large milkbags crowned with a ring on each nipple; rings that made sure to keep the taps to the delicious milk inside constantly erect and ready to be teased, or simply drank from. Details, details, and more useless details regarding everything inbetween her tits, and that gorgeous ass that sported similar jiggly properties. A derriere that was always carrying the imprint of a hand, either on the left, or on the right hemisphere of the otherworldly ass. Her ass was, of course, the second attraction, one that could be fucked, slapped, licked, bit, motorboated or wrecked with all manner of cock-o-games.

She also had legs, yeah, because she needed those to walk from dick to dick, or from wrecked pussy, to wrecked twat. They were long, and probably a little thick. The kind you can grab onto, the kind of thighs that you could die in between, and be happy with it. However, ... between those thighs, yep! It was there! You've seen it already, haven't you? You dirty pervert, stop staring ... STOP - Alright, if you're not stopping, then get down, and suck it.

This is when Ivanna might be considered Ivan, but not really - because she had those two gorgeous tits. She couldn't even keep the thing inside of her pants, which is why they were always unzipped, and, inbetween the massive beast would hang out: A large dick, so immense, so juicy and good-looking it would turn men gay, and lesbians back to hetero, if only to get a taste, a small lick of the gorgeous pillar of flesh. That dick, -THE- dick, would hang down  past her knee, completely covered in veins, a piercing or two, and most of the time a thin layer of juices, either her own, or from the last cunt she killed with it. It was worth mentioning that the very tip was always moist, and dripping a delicious white sauce, tasty tasty!

... Right, back to the story. Ivanna managed to come out unharmed, well fucked, but unharmed. She gathered enough money to purchase the garbs she now wears, some pretty high-heels and make-up, to introduce herself the right way to the Sinfarian community.

She is, all in all, an outstanding shemale citizen.