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—okay, it’s kind of the point.
I take control and give pleasure like it’s a religion. Wait—sometimes people act like they don’t want control until it’s right there in front of them, then suddenly they do.
Text now. Don’t flake—X. I’m not the one.
