I am addicted to the sparks that run through my skin, to that moment when the air becomes heavy and desire becomes a pulse that beats faster than reason. I lose the touch, the held breath, the vertigo of knowing that Iām about to cross a line that Iām not going to respect. I am not looking for tenderness, I am looking for fire: eyes that burn, hands that speak more than words, bodies that seek each other with hunger. I turn on the game without rules, the tension that bites, the delivery that is felt in every breath. I'm not a whisper, I'm a fire When I enter that rhythm, there is no turning back: only the overflowing desire, the skin asking for more, and the certainty that after me, nothing feels the same again..
I am bisexual I do not close myself to anything I love to experiment to the maximum with whatever it is that can be done I hope you can meet me to realize everything I can give you to take you to the maximum of all my fantasies I know that together w
I love saliva I love being able to see the other person successful I love being able to know that I am making the other person feel a lot of pleasure I hope you can feel a lot of pleasure with me and make you feel in the best possible w
I don't like mistreatment or rudeness, I don't like it when they talk about religion or politics or racism in my living room. The one that I allow this type of thing in my living room is that it is a specific chow that we have to do but otherwise we
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I love experiences that break the rules and make me forget who's in charge. It attracts me when control changes hands and my will becomes a game that you dictate. There is something in that silent power, in that way of challenging me with the look, that t
My fantasies burn when you take control and turn the moment into a game that only you manage. I am drawn to that silent dominion, that way your gaze promises there will be no escape. Every movement of yours disarms me a little more, and my body knows it: