Iceland Melts Slowly

She moves with quiet firebarefoot on cool floors, white lingerie hugging her petite Asian frame just right. Her brunette hair falls loose, soft against skin that begs to be touched. Iceland doesnt rush. She lets you watch as the heat builds, every step, every glance, melting away her icy edge. Slow, sensual, irresistible. By the time she looks back, youre already undone.