Ethnicity, Russian · Skin, porcelain Anya, 22, was as light as air and as supple as a dream. Her porcelain skin—pale and flawless—covered a perfectly toned, elastic body. Her platinum-blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun, framing a face like a Russian doll’s, with gray eyes and thin lips. Her breasts were full and firm, with pinkish nipples barely concealed by her leotard. Her buttocks were round, high, and muscular—sculpted by years of rigorous exercise. In the empty gymnasium, he lifted her onto the balance beam, she spread her legs with the flexibility of an elite athlete, and he entered her from above, her thighs wrapped around his neck. Her vulva, smooth and pink, was tight and hot. She writhed with an extraordinary, almost impossible elasticity—her knees pulled nearly to her shoulders—her body trembling as she reached orgasm. Position, spread wide on the balance beam, her legs resting on his shoulders, her body flexed into an impossible shape.