Blazing

Victoria Blaze is walking heat. You can almost see the sparks. Markus walks right up anyway, because when someone that hot offers to wrap her feet around you, you go get the extinguisher later. Those black strands stick to her neck as she smirks, lifts one smooth sole, and starts rubbing him slow and firm, the whole room smelling like warm skin and trouble. He stares up at her face, flushed and grinning, and she decides the finale belongs there too. She finishes him right across her cheeks while her toes keep stroking the last few twitches out of him, feet and smile both glistening. Worth the singe every time.