I'm not young anymore but I wouldn't call myself an old hag either. I fall comfortably in the middle of it all. I still try to do my best to have fun on the weekends and try to find a lad to devour at the end of the night.

There is no point in sending me a message if you don't have the skills to keep the conversation going. I want to be completely honest with you. I don't have the patience to deal with boredom. If you want to have a taste of my body, you should be capa...

I don't just like to get fucked in the quim, my clit has to be given the attention it deserves. Most blokes would ignore it or pretend it doesn't exist, which is just a shame if you ask me. It's the magic button to my orgasm, and I know it's the same...

Nothing turns me on like the thoughts of getting covered in scratches, hickeys, bites, and waking up the next day aching all over. If I had those then that would have meant that the fucking session the night before was delicious as fuck.

I'm not impressed with good looks, I'd rather be with a man who has substance and class. I want them to only show their naughty side when they're alone with me in the bedroom or in secluded areas in public.

Going on a long ride... Endless eating and chatting... Shagging during early mornings... Watching 2-3 movies in a day while sipping a cup of coffee... Listening to the music, mostly Ed Sheeran's songs...