I'm every sinful thought you've ever had… in the flesh.
Goddess curves, and the kind of eye contact that ruins men. Which, okay, I get it—sounds intense, and it is.
A wet grip that'll make you forget your own name. No rush, no cap, no mercy.
I take control and give pleasure like it’s a religion, which is exactly the point. Text now—don’t flake X, I’m not the one.
Gotta keep up with the pressure, or just fantasize about it… and who taps out first, k!
Anyway, it’s Albany, New York—if you know, you know. I check that line more than you’d expect, and I don’t waste time on games.
