As always, seeing Asha Kumara in a classical Indian setting just drives me fucking nuts. Her soft, brown skin is flawless and only covered by a sari that she’s pulling down over her head. She has the bindi going on, there’s a beautiful necklace gracing her color, and her body - fuck I don’t know what it is, but this pose just has innocence and seductiveness and a come hitherness all combined in one giant swelling of emotions. She’s simply overwhelming.

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