Many men are enchanted my by mesmerising eyes. I can hear them gasp as I pass by the street or when riding the tube. I can't blame them, can't I? But, I'm not the typical lass who shags with anyone without the getting to know part.

When I see luxury items my eyes are sparkling. I'm not a gold digger I just want to touch it. If someone can provide or give me any luxury item I promise that I can do whatever you want. If you're the one, please message me.

Craving for a hot romance, I order drinks in a pub where my eyes can wander to the types of men my fanny want to take home. Usually, they're the ones with hairy chest and deep blue eyes. Their qualities ignite the fire that's within me.

Jackhammer my lovely pussy with all your might. Go deep within as I'm tied to bed. Harass and molest me. Don't show mercy on me, for this lustful woman deserves to be punished. Use your whip to tame me.

A woman who knows how to properly lick ice cream in a cone. My tongue is an expert in moving and swirling properly so I am confident to say that I can lick a lad's knob in the best and most satisfying way possible.

Correct me if I'm wrong - men generally hate waiting, and that's good; I hate waiting too. The world has changed. There's this "digital world" that makes us alive. Thanks to it. Dating sites have been developed. BUT, I'm kind of the traditional and m...