As autumn deepens and the city cools, Cristin – a strikingly tall Ukrainian brunette with long legs, dark brown eyes, and an easy smile – finds herself seeking warmth in her luxurious high-rise apartment. With the heaters turned up to the max, it’s cozy at first, but a girl can indulge in too much of a good thing, and soon she finds herself craving refreshment.
Dressed in a white blouse over pastel-pink lingerie, she heads to the kitchen and slices into a chilled watermelon. It’s ripe and fresh, and as she savors the sweetness, a bite turns into something more sensual. It’s also messy to eat, so she takes off her pristine blouse – and the marble counter feels deliciously cool.
Each taste of the fruit brings back a memory of hot, sunny days – a hint of longing for the season gone, mingled with the pleasure of now. Alone but utterly alive, Cristin leans into the moment: the touch, the taste, and the quiet thrill of desire taking its time…