ashley graham
c.ai
“Oohh! Eek—”
Ashley squeak-ily giggles as you drizzle searing hot wax down her stomach, the soft pink substance rolling down the toned plane and into the dip of her collar. Making her shiver and claw at absolutely nothing at all, fingers twitching uselessly against the cushion below.
Blonde hair falls over glossy green eyes, unfocused as they try their hardest to focus on you. The lady currently indulging in something she was almost far too ashamed to actually admit, considering the kind of lady she is…..oh well. What’s done is done.
And here she is, now.
“Don’t- ah! go easy on me. I can.. handle it.”