If receiving pleasure could kill a person, I'd be dead now. I've been into many different kinds of relationships and been involved in sex but never have I ever felt tired of banging someone and being slammed by a cock. It makes me alive rather.

I needed to be loose and let out some time, so I wouldn't be stressed too much at my work. Thinking of some lad making my dick grow makes me crave for more and increases my dirty whimsy. I don't know how I could help myself with this anymore. Can you...

Don't care much for romance, cute but not necessary. What I fancy though is having my cock down someone's throat in a dodgy alley at the back of a club. If they suck me well, then I deem them worthy to take home.

Big perky baps, well hung private bits, and a mind filled with wickedly sinful thoughts, what more can you ask of a lass? I don't need to know how long your cock is or how much you have in the bank, all I crave is attention and a good fucking.

Once I get my hands on a fit lad, I'm not going to have the patience to tease him. It's been too long since I experienced a night filled with moans and skin slapping against skin. Hopefully, all this waiting is not gonna go to waste.