Horny Soul.
As hot as she is been cold... In her vibrant sarong.. She hushedly laid in bed.. So relaxed... A smooching touch would soothe her nerves.. Probably she would get doped and psyched... Breathing heavily.. simultaneously her breath becomes static.. Not because of an ailment.. But because of a phenomenal arousals... Dim red romantic lights rents her boudoir.. Her curved body is shadowed against the wall Goose bumps on her skin from her own touch... Sweat moisturises her body.. Her heart beat escalates.. She gasps in for air.. Then unexpectedly she halts.. Breaths out & effortlessly submerges into her fluffy and soft duvet... All along she was just a horny soul Whose fingers so tender and warm was on her softiest,moist,juicy and chubby part of her body...