Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
How can you be afraid of little ol’ me? I’m just a girl: my innocent face and soft curves. I’m no danger to a big, strong man like you. What is it that you’re really scared of?
Does it make you nervous that I know exactly what to say to bring you to your knees? That I often whisper the dark fantasies you lust after that you can’t even admit to yourself that you desire them? Or maybe it’s because even after you cum for me, instantly you want more of my attention? Is that what keeps you up at night? The fact that I so easily twist you around my little finger and keep you craving me?