I grew up reading or listening to fairytales which may explain why I had high standards when I started dating blokes. These days I just want to have a dick in my sopping quim as much as I can. Not that I lowered my standards, more of being realistic.

With my wild personality, I don't think it's a good idea to stimulate my senses while you're driving or while we're talking about random stuff in your car. But that's okay if you like to announce how we're both randy that we can't get a room for ours...

Having brunch with the old gals seem to be the only event that I look forward to nowadays. I would love to have other things to anticipate, especially if it's the fine body of a lad. Oh, the things I could do with my tongue and tits.

There are only a handful of men who knows how to bring out the full satisfaction of being fucked in the missionary position. Most men often disregard this position because it is one of the basics. However, in the mind of a skillful man, even missiona...

Now, I'm not a slag, but I would love to have the chance to get buggered by a thick schlong. I want to find out what it would feel like to get spread open in that way by a buff lad. It makes me randy just thinking about how that would playout.

Spanks while getting my sopping cunt fingered makes my toes curl with delight. It's pain mixed with pleasure in the best way possible, who would want to ask for more? Unless the option would be getting fucked by an enthusiastic lad.