I'm every sinful thought you’ve ever had… in the flesh.
Goddess curves, yeah, and that eye contact that ruins men.
I’m talking a wet grip that'll make you forget your own name—no rush, no cap, no mercy.
And I take control, give pleasure like it’s a religion. Which, okay, sounds dramatic, but it’s exactly the vibe.
Text now—usually faster there—and don’t flake, I’m not the one.
No waiting-room talk from me, either. Just pressure, then whoever taps out first k!
