Katana

I’m the hourglass you’ll never forget — brown waves tumbling over shoulders, deep brown eyes that swallow you whole with one lingering, teasing glance. My gentle natural rises lift with every breath, begging for the heat of your mouth, while a wasp waist spills into hips that roll like liquid sin beneath your palms. Size 42 layers melt like candle wax, revealing skin that glows under moonlight. Delicate heels lift me just enough to brush your lips before I sink down, thighs locking, body swaying in a rhythm older than words. Soft sighs turn to velvet moans, then breathless cries when you grip those dangerous curves and plunge deep. We burn slick and urgent, hair tangling, skin gleaming, until dawn finds us wrecked and glowing — my scent soaked into you, brown eyes already luring you back for another slow, devastating drown.