Handa

I’m the sweet, heavy temptation you can’t resist sinking into — brown waves framing eyes like melted caramel that drink you in with one slow, hungry blink. My generous natural breasts spill soft and warm against your chest, nipples tightening under the heat of your tongue, while size M layers slide down like warm honey over generous hips made for your grip. Heels click once before I press every lush curve into you, thighs parting, body rolling in waves that make you throb. Moans bloom low and syrupy, rising to breathless cries when you lift me, sinking deep into plush heat. We fuse in slick, greedy rhythm, hair spilling wild, skin gleaming, until dawn spills gold across our ruined sheets — my scent soaked into you, those brown eyes already promising another slow, devastating feast.