Mia Stone stretches out across the sheets like she has the whole afternoon to spare. The Budapest blonde runs her hand between her thighs and starts to play, slow circles that make her breath catch. She’s five-seven of lean muscle, only a hundred and ten pounds, and every inch of her looks carved for trouble. Blue eyes half-closed, she watches her fingers slide lower, parting slick folds with lazy confidence. The girl who sometimes calls herself Mia Luv, Ellie, Ilona, or Mia Johnson knows exactly what she likes, and she isn’t shy about taking it.
Mia Stone stretches out across the sheets like she has the whole afternoon to spare. The Budapest blonde runs her hand between her thighs and starts to play, slow circles that make her breath catch. She’s five-seven of lean muscle, only a hundred and ten pounds, and every inch of her looks carved for trouble. Blue eyes half-closed, she watches her fingers slide lower, parting slick folds with lazy confidence. The girl who sometimes calls herself Mia Luv, Ellie, Ilona, or Mia Johnson knows exactly what she likes, and she isn’t shy about taking it.