Abril

I’m the blonde enchantress who packs oceans of heat into a petite frame — golden waves spilling over shoulders, hazel eyes swirling green-gold desire that pins you with one sultry glance. My generous natural breasts spill heavy into your waiting hands, nipples blooming beneath the graze of your lips, while layers dissolve like heated honey. Delicate heels lift me just enough to brush your mouth before I sink down, thighs parting, hips rolling in a rhythm that makes you ache. Moans spill warm and greedy, rising to wild cries when you grip tighter, driving deep. We melt in slick, velvet fury, hair tangling, bodies gleaming, until dawn creeps in and finds us breathless — my scent locked in your skin, those hazel eyes already kindling the next slow, devastating burn.