A Sensual Sauna Encounter with the Pixie-Haired Beauty
In the dimly lit sauna, the air was thick with humidity and the scent of cedar. A petite, pixie-haired woman, no older than 18, sat on the top bench, her porcelain skin glistening with sweat. She glanced over at me, her bright green eyes meeting mine, and she smiled demurely. I felt a surge of …