Adastark

A rough, hoarse, deep voice causes a wave of excitement in me. I am driven mad by strong sinewy hands, in the veins of which the boiling lava of passion and desire to possess me and my body spreads. I love it when my clitoris throbs and throbs with desire, and they keep teasing me. I love to beg not to stop. I do not accept arrogant, rude, lazy, those who waste my time in vain, those who do not know how to hear, find a compromise and negotiate. I hate hypocrites who make gods out of themselves, but are deep **** beetles. I am repulsed by anyone who thinks that a lie can take advantage of me.