What I love about a bloke: a. His naughty mind thinking of me and of the things we can possibly do when we spend the night together. b. His eyes telling me he wants me so much. c. His hands that explores my soul.

I can't say I am happy with what I have not, because I am not. No matter how much money I have or how long are my free times, I can't feel happiness at all. Maybe I need the help of a vigorous young lad to feel pleased again.

I have a wide smile on my face every time a man's cum drips down my throat. It's like a little present for me doing a good job by making a man have an orgasm. I love to cuddle and talk about us after that.

Not all ladies enjoy doing it, but for me fondling a man's bollocks and hearing them moan makes me want to play with them more. Gals younger than me seem to not grasp that some men would love to have their balls be given attention to.

Nowadays, finding someone to fuck is easy peasy. Some lads are even willing to offer themselves to me. But do you know what the hard part is? That would be finding a lad who is really good at fucking. I mean, the majority of lads know how to fuck but...

Buff lads with wide shoulders, those are the ones that attract me the most. Though it doesn't hurt if I come across blokes who are hung as a race horse. I'm not fragile and I definitely know how to have fun.