A massage while I'm starkers is the reason I wake up happy every day. The pinching, tugging, and kneading on my nipples are erotic which makes me dripping wet. The gentle strokes from a strong hand can all the more add to my wetness.

Some lads see me as this adorable and cute lass who deserves to receive sweet and gentle gestures. Well, I may be young but what I can say right now is that I don't want sweet and gentle gestures because what I actually want is the opposite of those....

It has been an exciting and challenging roller coaster ride for me ever since I started chatting with random men online. Some men are decent and great while others tend to be nothing but total assholes. So tell me, which kind of man are you?

I'm an open book. I've got nothing to hide. Take that either literally or figuratively speaking. Anyway, you can ask anything about me. The sky's the limit. I'm excited to be entertained with your awesome questions drizzled with a bit of playfulness.

I've had a battery-operated boyfriend for the past 5 years and it does more good to me than my prick of an ex-husband if we're being honest. I'm still craving for a well hung lad though, nothing beats the elementary kind of fucking.

I am usually not the kind of lass who actively seeks and pursues a lad because I still believe in faith and destiny. And I know one day, the right man will walk into my life in the most unexpected way at the moment I least expect him to.