Tantric melt: barefoot, breath hot on your neck. Hips grind slow, wet heat climbing. I read poetry-lips wet, tongue tracing every word like your cock. Tip to peel this silk off. Erotic, filthy, slow.
ONLY C2C IN EXCLUS.
What Turns Me On
Eyes locked, breath on skin, slow hands tracing thighs. Your voice in my ear-low, commanding. Being watched while I lose control. Silk sliding off. That first drip of sweat between breasts. Your surrender.
What I Do Best
Tantra mastery: ASMR whispers, JOI commands, dominatrix control. Breath-sync, edge-play, slow tease-till you're dripping. I own tempo, I own your moan
 
