Varvara, puta en Odessa

My name is Varya. I stand so close that you can feel my warmth. My voice is low and slow, every word brushing against your skin. I look at you in a way that makes it clear — tonight I have no intention of holding back. I want you badly, barely hiding it, and I know there’s too much heat between us for it not to turn into fire.​‌‍⁠​‌‍⁠​‌‍⁠​‌‍⁠​‌‍⁠​‌‍⁠