Turn On
Your fingers on my skin are like a silent dance that surrounds me in a palpable desire, every touch of yours is a promise, an invitation to lose myself in the intensity of what only you know how to provoke. The beat of my heart is accelerated, and I cannot avoid thinking that every moment next to your side is a dangerous game, a spell that I do not want to break
Turn Off
It demotivates me extreme pain, lack of respect without consent, bad odors, monotony in poses, penetration without preparation.