I’m every sinful thought you’ve ever had… in the flesh.
Goddess curves, eye contact that ruins men—yeah, that part’s not subtle. 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—wait, that sounds like I’m exaggerating, but I’m not. Let’s see who taps out first k! Which, okay, we can keep it playful and intense.
Text now—usually faster there. Don’t flake X; I’m not the one.
