Tit For Tat
Her audits flickered in the direction of the voice; masculine, strong, it vibrated through the air as violet gaze fell upon the specimen before her. Her lip, her hips, her thighs they were acute slenderness, so perfected as the coat covering them glistened in the moonlight, adorning her with its kisses; womanly lines carved of exquisite temptation yet the approach of the male was not bringing any offense, it brough up curiosity upon the egyptian temptress and questions. You blend fruits together? she hissed into the chilled winter wind, her violet gaze falling upon the fruit once more, crushing it under her pad before she close the distance between the two; swaying her hips in a tango as she took in the appearance of the fine speciment of a man before her. He was...odd to say the least. For once, he smelled of something strong, something that made the temptress snort. His over all looks were not bad, upon eyeing him up and down for the past minute he appeared to be quite a handsome catch. |
