

Abelia stands barely five-three, all one-oh-eight pounds of Romanian skin and bone. Blue eyes watch you from beneath a fall of dark hair. Her waist nips in at twenty-four inches, hips flare to thirty-four, but the first thing anyone notices is the pair of D-cups she carries now, heavy and full against her narrow frame. Every step makes them shift, and she knows it.

Abelia stands barely five-three, all one-oh-eight pounds of Romanian skin and bone. Blue eyes watch you from beneath a fall of dark hair. Her waist nips in at twenty-four inches, hips flare to thirty-four, but the first thing anyone notices is the pair of D-cups she carries now, heavy and full against her narrow frame. Every step makes them shift, and she knows it.