I’m every sinful thought you’ve ever had… in the flesh.
Goddess curves, eye contact that ruins men, and a wet grip that’ll make you forget your own name.
No rush, no cap, no mercy—anyway, I take control and give pleasure like it’s a religion. Wait — I’m talking about afternoon sessions, the kind where you end up thinking about it for days.
Text now (and I’m usually quick there). Don’t flake, X—I'm not the one.
