Freedom, transgression and open-air sensuality Spring arrives like a gentle slap in the face. The sun caresses the skin, legs are bare, glances escape. And you’re back to whispering fantasies about making love… outside. Not…
Freedom, transgression and open-air sensuality Spring arrives like a gentle slap in the face. The sun caresses the skin, legs are bare, glances escape. And you’re back to whispering fantasies about making love… outside. Not…