I don't entertain men who are shy and can't look me in the eyes. I admire men who are sure of themselves. Those kinds of men are the ones who deserve to caress my breasts and devour my soft skin and my pinkish pussy.

It blows me away looking at someone wanking. I could feel that there's this force pushing me and telling me to suck this bloke's penis like a slag. It feels so good sucking his penis down my throat and taking every liquid as he moans.

Receiving steamy messages is the best part of the day. Reading them after a trying day at work is just lovely. Settling down in bed and prepping myself for a cheeky night that would hopefully end with me creaming all over my fingers or toys.

What I can tell you about me is that I'm not the type of partner who would let you starve from food or maybe from sex. I will do my best to cook for you when your stomach is growling and to fuck with you when your knob is throbbing.

I'm dying to have a red-hot conversation with a lad who's genuine. What I mean is a lad who'll say what he wants to say without any filter. He's that bloke who'll ask me to talk dirty to him so he'll have a thrilling orgasm.

I want to give a bloke a blowjob while they're talking to someone on the phone. Or maybe while they're on a conference call with their boss and I sneak under their desk to give them a good sucking. I want to see how good they are at acting like every...