Sunday morning is looking absolutely sublime in Amy Latina's apartment. She is settled at her glass dining table in a pretty grey floral mini dress, long dark hair falling sleek around her gorgeous face, a fresh pink flower bouquet brightening the room beside her as she flicks through a magazine with a mug of something warm in her hand. Everything is calm and domestic and utterly perfect until Amy reaches for the honey jar, and something shifts in those dark, mischievous eyes.
She dips the knife in slowly, lifts it up, and lets her tongue trace the golden drizzle with a look that makes Sunday morning feel very, very different. The dress comes off next as things get delightfully sticky, and Amy gives herself over entirely to the mess and the sweetness of it all, pressing honey-glazed fingers against her bare skin and grinning at the camera like she planned every second of this. By the time she is nude and gleaming in the morning light, honey on her fingertips and pure satisfaction on her face, the word that keeps coming to mind is the title of the set itself.