This luscious addition to the Nyx/Wooden photoset cycle of keenly exploited rural delapidation vs Nyx's stern physical voluptuousness is another effortlessly sleek erotic achievement. The sheer situational value inherent in the highly textured and evocative setting acts as a bleakly real counterpoint to the almost implausibly formed, deliriously dramatic and nearly fictional physical charms of a superior Godsgirl.
A lot of sets seem to be content to be the equivalent of raucous grindcore abbreviated by interludes of flashing neon light. This is delicate mood-music in a mist of ribald melancholy, its dolourous centre is a punishing kiss given in the velvety dark by the ne plus ultra of elegantly-inked GG goddesses.
Nyx is a wonder and we should feel privileged to share in her sophisticated brand of ultimate raunch.
Compliments can so easily be construed as empty confections - thin shells of cheap candy containing the empty echo of a long promised sugary climax.
Not this time.
This is my compliment...Nyx is possibly the most lickable woman I can imagine and this sets climax shatters my mental enamel like a cleverly-swung mallet wielded by a crack addled cappucino monkey.
And I mean it...so there!
Kisses,
Coqsinister
