I don't think that nice guys finish last, I quite fancy them more. I want to be treated with respect and be taken care of in every aspect, especially when I feel randy and want to suck on a throbbing cock.

I masturbate when I am happy. I also do the same thing when I am sad. As you can see, I always find a reason to touch myself. Playing with my pussy has become one of the most enjoyable activities in my life. However, things are starting to feel borin...

I can be the most gentle lady who'll be by your side when you feel blue. I can be the best cook who'll prepare scrummy dishes that suit your tastebuds. But... I can also be the wildest lady when you need to have a release.

Mesmerize me with your poetic words. If you have a way with words, you can definitely make me shudder. Even without actually putting your knob into my fanny, your words can release the wetness that's been stored in my pussy for a long time.

Chilling would mean smutty films and a cheap yet good quality bottle of red wine. When I get tired of watching, I'd turn to playing with my kitty because I know I'm going to be randy as hell. My fingers slip in easily.

A bloke's natural smell just gets me randy. I steal their shirts and wear them to sleep with nothing else on. Starkers, just a shirt with their manly smell and I'll be set for the night. Sweatshirts are also a favorable alternative.