The best thing that could happen to me right now is to be fucked like it's my last day to live. I always have this fantasy that a fit stud will fuck me to death, and I lie on the bed lifeless with a huge smile on my face and cum dripping from my cunt...

I want to be honest here. I'm mad about foreplay that lasts for hours. And if there's one secret I shouldn't tell you, but I will, it's the fact that during the last stage of a foreplay, I like a lollipop to play with my fanny.

I bake bread when I'm at home, but there's a twist. I only bake when I'm starkers and when the door is open. A fresh air helps me bake better. My bread is something never forget. Most always come back to have more.

"Some people are curious about the kind of man I want to settle down with someday. So to end their curiosity, I'm going to state here the qualities of the bloke I want to marry. 1. He must have a stable job. 2. He shouldn't allow me to be hungry. ...

My crush is Tom Brady. He's real, and he seems to be wild in bed. I can see that through my eyes. But I know I can't have sex with the real Brady, so I'm looking for someone like him in any way who can make something moist.

Nipple clamps, riding crops, whips, cuffs, the whole works, I want that kind of fucking. Something that would leave my thighs aching from being spread the whole night. I want the pleasure to mix in with the pain.