You didn’t land here by accident… You came because you’ve got those thoughts. The ones you don’t tell anyone. The ones that hit you late at night, when your cock is already in your hand. You’re a chronic stroker— a man who can’t stop chasing the filth in his own mind. And I’m the woman who teases it out of you… slow, steady, and wicked.
I want your taboo cravings, your secret fantasies, your filthy honesty. Bring me the things you think you shouldn't want.
Show me how dirty your mind really is.
