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.

I'm a big fan of toys, especially now that there are a lot to choose from. Back then it was either your hands or a spare toothbrush. I would often spend a whole afternoon looking for a new toy to buy and feel like a giddy lass when I find something I...

To be controlled by a barbaric man while we're in the forest is going to be amazing; I can feel it. The question is when will that happen? Is there somebody here who's thinking the same thing? Why don't you let me know you exist?

Run your tongue on my back while caressing my baps. Don't stop until you hear me gasp. Make me want you even in my dreams with your erotic touch. Feel my wetness and put your knob into my fanny. Ride me. Fill my nights with awesome shagging.

The process of making a full English breakfast is therapeutic for me. It brings me joy like no other, I take my time and savour the flavours rather than eat like a rabid dog. I have always kept my poise unless it's behind closed bedroom doors.

Busty, bubbly, and always up for anything! I also love challenging myself when it comes to sexual acts. Wanting to see how far I could take in a cock without gagging or figuring out what kind of stroke gets a bloke off.