It warms me to look at me hungry, to speak to me in the ear while my legs tremble. The dirty games, the daring tongues, the strong pressure on the neck and that use me as if they had no mercy. It drives me crazy when they beg me ... but more when they force me.
Turns Off
I turn off the warmth, the insecure men, those who do not know what they want or how to take it. I kill me desire when they talk a lot and do little, when they a*****rmission for everything or believe that with a "beautiful" they are already going to wet me