Golden Couch
Spinning around, the smouldering girl poses over her shoulder, one manicured nail poised perfectly to touch the rose tattoo between her lower back and curving hips. Turning away again, the divine Goddess undoes her ponytail and her glorious chestnut tresses spill around her delicate shoulders. Pouting slightly, she turns back, standing this time, looking every inch a model. Swaying seductively, she shimmies out of her dress, turns full-face and teases, 'Do you wanna see my best side?' 'You look fabulous,' I say. 'Thank you,' she beams. Georgia perches on a high stool at the end of the bed, where the camera has moved for a tight full-length shot. She lays one elbow on a thigh, a delicate manicured hand covering her delicious gash, the other gently tugging a luscious lock of silky hair over one of her dewy pink-tipped breasts, as though teasing a lover. 'Which view do you like more: front or back?' 'Both look sensational.' She smiles and hops up to pose again on the stool and the camera zooms back for a wide-angled rear view, revealing a second intriguing tattoo above her crack. 'Does the back-shot mean the guy's going from behind?' she asks mischievously, 'or from the bottom? 'Both, I hope.' The seductress chuckles, then runs a hand between her butt cheeks and smiles for the camera over one shoulder. In no rush to change position again, she rolls the waistband of her thong just enough to give a tantalising view of her tiny strip of pubic hair. Then she straightens her back, parts her cheeks with both hands and, still with the underwear on, bends slightly to provide an unforgettable glimpse of her pretty puckered hole. 'That's quite daring, considering the cameras,' she says, flashing her dimples.
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