Incitar

Monica’s vision was darker: a fiery redhead with emerald eyes, a smattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose, and a gently toned, athletic build with powerful thighs, a round, ample ass, and breasts that were perfectly shaped, but seemed disproportionately large with large, dark areolas that begged to be bitten. She chose tight, black leather pants that clung to every inch of her powerful legs and ass, paired with a sheer, mesh top that did nothing to conceal her dark nipples or the flat plane of her stomach.