Natasha Nixx – My Ultimate Fantasy _top_ -

Because in this ultimate fantasy, the morning never comes. There is no alarm. There is only the soft hum of the city through an open window, the smell of rain on hot asphalt, and the weight of her head on my chest.

Intro (The Setup)

And I don’t.

Here is the truth of it: The fantasy isn’t just physical. It’s permission . natasha nixx – my ultimate fantasy