Long, dark hair that frames my face, and yeah—tattoos that show just enough of my naughty side. My lips are so plump you’ll ache to taste them… and I can’t even pretend I don’t know how that sounds.
Cool, okay. My body’s toned and inviting, with every curve soft, but still hard to forget. Which, wait—my feet are a luxury of their own too. Tattoos in places for your eyes only, the kind you don’t really see anywhere else, not even when you think you’ve already looked.
It’s that deep intimacy thing, the one you won’t find anywhere else. Anyway, if you’re trying to picture it, you’re already close—just not close enough.
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