Clothes seem redundant, and she takes hers off, one by one, reverently, revealing the beauty of her bare skin, and the water rivulets cover her completely, head to toe, soaking her hair and caressing her body, and she moves to the floor, under the golden hue to continue the tease.

Itna and the raindrops don’t stop playing together. They still seem eager to get a taste, each one, of her silky skin, and they glide, melting away after a pleasurable trip in one of the hottest RylskyArt sets I’ve ever seen.