Vasya

I’m the airy vision that slips through your fingers yet brands your soul - light brown waves catching gold, blue eyes like summer storms that drown you in one slow, wicked blink. My delicate natural rises tremble beneath your breath, tiny peaks begging for the heat of your mouth, while size S layers drift down like moonlit mist. Elegant heels lift me to your lips; I melt against you, fifty kilos of pure electricity, thighs locking, hips rolling in languid waves that steal every thought but need. Soft gasps turn to breathless cries when you lift me, plunging deep. We burn slick and urgent, hair spilling wild, bodies gleaming, until dawn spills rose across our wreckage - my scent on your skin, those blue eyes already luring you back into the blaze.