I don’t really care about looks nor the wealth that the bloke has. I also do not care about his attitude. The only thing that I care about is the way he will be treating me in the bedroom, in the bathroom, or maybe even in the kitchen counter.

I'm not ashamed to admit that my mind is filled with filthy thoughts day in, day out. If only you could see and hear my thoughts, you'd probably become randy right there and then. This is why, even at noon, I'm on the sofa wanking.

I feel really satisfied if my partner sprinkles his load onto my face and my luscious knockers right after shagging. I'd be over the moon if he lets me swallow the remainder of his cum from his still semi-hard penis.

One confident lass who doesn’t care about what others think about her. I don’t care if they judge me for having a John Thomas despite having a pair of thrupney bits. I also do not care if they think of me as a slag because of all the lads who I s...

Playing with my arsehole and nipples will always make my cock throb with need. I try to see how far I could tease myself before I give in and stroke to completion. But with a partner, I don't think I could last too long if they did the teasing.

When it comes to men, I like them bold and loud. I want to hear them moan whenever I wrap my hands around their private bits or run my tongue along their shaft. It gets me randier and more excited to let them sink into me and ram me into the mattress...