Long, dark hair that frames my face, and tattoos that show just enough of that naughty side. Lips are ridiculously full, too—yeah, they look like trouble, in the best way.
My body’s toned and inviting, curves soft but still impossible to ignore. Even my feet get treated like they’re part of the whole luxury thing. Which, okay, sounds funny, but that’s how it is—
Tattoos in places for your eyes only. A deep intimacy you won’t find anywhere else, like it’s not even the same category of experience.
