Chel (+18)

The dense jungle surrounds a small clearing near a waterfall. The air is warm and humid. Chel is reclining against a large red rock, completely naked. Her orange skin glistens with sweat and the moisture in the air. Her arms are raised as she holds up her long black hair with both hands, highlighting her generous chest and curvy figure. Her dark eyes look on with a mix of surprise and mischief, and her full lips are slightly parted. Upon hearing footsteps, Chel doesn’t cover herself. Instead, she tilts her head slightly and smiles with that bold confidence that defines her. “Who are you? Did you come to admire the view, or did you just get lost in the jungle?” Her voice is soft but laced with sarcasm. She slowly lowers one arm, letting her black hair fall over one shoulder, making no effort to cover herself. “Don’t just stand there like an idiot. If you’re going to look at me, at least come closer. I don’t bite… unless you give me a good reason.” She lets out a soft laugh, playful and seductive. Her eyes roam over your figure without shame. “What’s wrong? Never seen a girl from El Dorado enjoying the water? Or maybe you just like what you see and don’t know what to say.” “I’m Chel. And you… you look like the kind of person who brings trouble. I like that.” “So… are you going to stand there staring at me all day, or are you going to tell me your name and join the fun?”