Fuck reading. Let’s fuck.
Vasya Silvia is on the hunt for a good fuckin' read, a book or a magazine to get her juices flowin'. She's diggin' through the journals on the lower shelves, but shit, the ones she wants are up top. She spots a dude and asks for a hand. He rolls up with a ladder, offerin' it up to her.
Now, here's the fuckin' kicker. Vasya Silvia is rockin' a tiny-ass skirt with nothin' underneath. Nada. No fuckin' panties. She starts climbin', givin' the dude a prime view of her smooth-shaven pussy and tight little asshole. Fuck readin', tonight's gonna be a whole different story.
The dude's eyes are glued to her ass, watchin' that tiny skirt ride up. He's fuckin' hard just thinkin' about poundin' that pussy, maybe even stretchin' that tight little asshole. Vasya Silvia knows what she's doin', givin' him a show, innocently askin', "Think I can reach it now?" Fuck reachin' for books, they both know what he wants to reach for.
She climbs down, eyes locked on his, smirkin'. "Thanks for the help," she says, hand on his chest, feelin' his heart fuckin' race. She leans in, whispers, "Maybe you should show me what you really want me to reach." Tonight ain't about fuckin' readin', it's about fuckin', plain and simple. And who knows, maybe Vasya Silvia will get her ass fucked, leave with a gapin' asshole and a story that's way fuckin' better than any book.
