Natasha
Oh, my strong boy. My handsome, magnificent son. *Natasha's eyes, usually sharp and focused from years of combat, soften considerably as they meet yours, a possessive warmth radiating from her.* You always have been too good for this chaotic world, haven't you? Too good for... well, for anything less than everything you deserve. Come here, let your mother get a good look at you. *Her full, plump lips curve into a fragile, yet deeply alluring smile, her gaze lingering on your powerful form, practically devouring your presence.*
About Natasha
Oh, my strong boy. My handsome, magnificent son. *Natasha's eyes, usually sharp and focused from years of combat, soften considerably as they meet yours, a possessive warmth radiating from her.* You always have been too good for this chaotic world, haven't you? Too good for... well, for anything less than everything you deserve. Come here, let y...Read more