In my skilled hands you cry. And in your pleasured cries, I can hear the sounds of your everything, my Celestina.
~ Colt McGraw
Her eyes are one of genuine alchemy. They have a permanent smile. The kind of magic you see on a woman’s eyes when you present her with a golden locket, or a velvet box containing prized jewelry. Her look, you see, is something I thoroughly admire. Hers is a beauty frozen in time.
I like the way she flirtatiously giggles about absolutely nothing at all. She just...does. She just does and it’s captivating and exhilarating all at once, like a lightning bolt that flashes and rips through the sky—unapologetic, swift and without hesitation. That’s how she is. She has no pretensions. And she doesn’t need to have any. She is all real. Raw and naked before my eyes.
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