I’m every sinful thought you’ve had… in the flesh. Goddess curves, eye contact that ruins men—yeah, it lands.
There’s a wet grip that'll make you forget your own name. No rush, no cap, no mercy—though okay, I get it, people say that stuff all the time.
I take control and give pleasure like it’s a religion. Text now—usually faster there if you catch me mid-chat. Don’t flake X, I’m not the one.
