Turn On
I’m addicted to control games — whether I’m on my knees or making you drop to yours. I crave dirty talk that makes me blush and wet. Domination that leaves marks. Submission that ends in tears of pleasure. Foot fetish? Sure. I’ll destroy your face in my soles until you forget your name. Hardcore? Yes. Gentle? Only to trap you deeper. I get off on being worshipped in lace or stripped raw in the dar
Turn Off
Don’t waste my time. I hate when someone tries to rush, skip the build-up, or bark orders without knowing who they're talking to. I’m not a robot, I’m a storm — and storms don’t answer to cowards. I can take pain, but not disrespect. Don’t be vanilla unless you want to get ignored. I won’t fake anything for you — no fake moans, no fake smiles. If you want that, go somewhere else. I don’t tolerate