Biography:Her thick, pillowy lips framed a pout that begged to be kissed. Her eyes burned with the passion of a firestorm and promised, if given half a chance, they could burn right through you. Iris was hot for one thing—sex. She loved all types of sex, dirty talk, pleasure, whatever pushed her buttons, she wanted it and would take it unashamedly in whatever way it came. She wasn't goal-oriented when it came to pleasure; she just wanted to feel good together. Together they could burn up the sheets or books or papers or whatever else kept them warm at night.
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