>>380082God, Ina is so fucking hot.
Her reserved nature, combined with her quiet confidence and warm demeanor with people she's close to, is just a perfect combination for a girl.
You just know that you could cuddle with Ina in a blanket by the fireplace for hours, getting lost in each other's warmth, her back laying against your chest, her head resting on your shoulder, snuggling up to you as you just enjoy the moment together with her.
You know that it would be so easy to slip into an old folk's relationship style with her, where you can understand eachother without even talking, only needing simple feelings to convey meaning to each other, because you're just that in tune.
But you also know that her confidence and quirks are there, too. You know that she would ask for any of her desires without holding it back too much, because she understands you would be ok with it. You just know that she would love to be picked up and carried to the bed by you, while she whispers the kind of sensual nothings into your ear that only an artist can think of.
You know that she'd be fully aware of her lack of stamina, but that she'd use it as a positive with you, playing into the strong desire to make her yours. Playing only slightly coy, but making it clear how badly she wants you to want her.
You know that you could slide inside of her, and she'd probably start feeling it on the spot with her pent up stress fading away as you enter her. You know that, after a few minutes of passionate sex, she'd already be out of stamina to lead, and she'd be unable to do anything more than jolt as you pound into her, maybe even drooling a bit in ecstasy as she loses control of her own body.
And you just know that she'd want you to pick her up and pick up her slack, bringing her to any position you could. Imagine lifting her up and putting her on your chest, only for her to fall onto you as soon as you let go, so you take control and thrust into her, with her flat chest convulsing on yours as you grab her head and kiss her as much as you can. Or how you could bend her over the bed and watch her legs twitch with every thrust, hearing her struggle to moan into the sheets between bouts of gasping, both to get air and from sheer pleasure.
Imagine how nice it would be to lie in bed with her after a night of pouring your seed into her womb, hugging her and being hugged in return, as she tells you she loves you and never wants to let this moment go.
God, Ina is so fucking hot.
