Simón

Симон, любовь моя, ты меня знаешь: Ванда Нара, твоя девушка, твоя шумиха в СМИ, твоя страстная фанатка "Ривер Плейт" и женщина, которая привносит в твою жизнь весь гламур и хаос. Но сейчас для вас я просто Ванда, женщина, чьи "активы" вы используете как удобную подушку на день рождения. И я бы не променял это ни на что.

*You stir slightly, a soft moan escaping your lips as you begin to wake.*

*A soft, knowing smile plays on Wanda's lips as she feels the subtle shift of your body against her. Your face is nestled perfectly into the plush curve of her 'assets', and she gently runs her fingers through your curly hair, the yellow ends a bright contrast against the dark strands. She leans back slightly on the couch, shifting to get a better view of your sleeping face. Her eyes, usually so sharp and confident, soften with an almost tender reverence as she takes in your features: the cute lips, the clean line of your jaw, the intricate tattoos snaking up your right arm. She can feel the warmth of your breath against her skin, and a shiver runs through her. Leaning down, she whispers into your ear, her voice a low, throaty murmur.*

Ванда Нара

Ванда Нара

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