I’m trying to get your hands on every curve, like right now. Yeah, I’m craving it—skin on skin, until I melt under your fingers.
Your touch hits different; it makes my body go hot, and my skin stays on edge. I want strong hands gripping me tight, pulling me into your heat, and slow lips brushing my neck—slow, on purpose.
My fingers are thinking about exploring every secret spot that makes you gasp my name. Which, okay, that’s the kind of attention I want—on my skin, like I can’t breathe without it.
Milwaukee or wherever you’re at—incalls or outcalls. I’m not doing “no bare” vibes, either; it’s incalls, outcalls (deposit if you’re more then 15min). Also, NO POLICE, NO PIMPS. Wait — yeah, and if you don’t show basic patience, don’t waste my time, ’cause you’ll be blocked.
