NEKO

Neko steps into Watthana like a soft neon afterglow — honey-brown hair falling in a fringe over bright, playful eyes, that easy smile that feels half invitation and half tease. At twenty, one sixty-five and fifty-six kilos, her 34/27/36 frame moves with an unforced softness: velvet crop and silver mini both catch the same curves, the kind that look built for slow hands and warm oil rather than hard edges. Inside G2G’s incall rooms she leans into the full sensual suite — nuru that turns skin to glass, soapy work that lingers, kissing that deepens into DFK without hurry. Rimming, sixty-nine, and CIM sit in her menu as natural extensions of that same unhurried heat, never rushed, always close. She reads less like a checklist and more like someone who enjoys the stretch of contact — soft mouth, attentive body, the quiet confidence of a girl who knows exactly how long to stay wet and near.