A woman with deep skin like midnight, where the light slides with desire, slipping on each curve with irresistible softness. Its presence is a whisper that lights the senses, a mystery that unfolds with each movement. His silhouette, sculpted with the perfection of nature, is a secret told in Murmullos, an invitation veiled to get lost in its essence. When walking, the world seems to stop for a moment, caught in the hypnotic cadence of its hips, in the natural elegance that surrounds it as an unwavering magnetism aura. His gaze is a spell: deep, challenging, capable of undressing souls without the need to touch the skin. A silent fire burns in his eyes, a combination of sweetness and power that leaves breathless to whom he looks at his gaze. His lips, full and tempting, keep the promise of enveloping words and silences that speak for themselves. His voice is a velvet echo, a whisper that slides like an invisible touch on the skin, leaving the restless, yearning soul, trapped in a year