I'm every sinful thought you’ve ever had… in the flesh.
Goddess curves, eye contact that ruins men—yeah, I’m that look. A wet grip’ll make you forget your own name, too. Which, okay, I don’t do “no big deal” energy when I’m in control.
I take control and give pleasure like it’s a religion. No rush, no cap, no mercy—still, I’m not trying to turn this into a whole speech in your head.
Text now—don’t flake X, I’m not the one. Anyway, you already know what “pressure” feels like when we’re doing it right.
