About me
Just yesterday I slept with my hand between my thighs, imagining a guy firmly telling me to spread my legs. Kayla, 23, 132 lbs, completely hairless. I'm a shy minx: I blush like an idiot as soon as someone talks dirty to me, and yet my body, it gives everything away.
I'm going in circles in Oak Grove. I don't need some nice guy who asks politely. I need a master who knows how to fuck, who takes me without a monologue, who makes me crawl a little and fucks me hard when I can't stand playing the damsel anymore. Getting fucked until my legs go weak, yeah, that's what I'm looking for. Not a novel.
The other day I almost sent a message to a stranger and then deleted everything. Classic. I'm crude in my head, clumsy in real life. If you can handle my slightly embarrassed side and my bitchy, horny side, write to me. Tell me clearly what you would do to me the first time. Those who are just curious and those who say "we'll see," move along.
A single email address is all you need to get started.