A vivid imagination keeps me company most nights, along with my fingers and pillows. I tend to start rubbing my cunt against a pillow between my legs when the thoughts running around gets steamy. I wonder when I'd get the chance to get the pillow rep...

If Internet Explorer is brave enough to ask you to set him as the default browser, then you don't have the right to be a pussy and not do the same thing with me. Don't hesitate to send me a message because it's the only way you will know if I like yo...

Turning my long list of fantasies into reality has taken me years and years but I am slowly ticking each one off. Would anyone fancy to help an old lady out? I promise to make sure to reward you handsomely.

I'm not going to faff around and pretend that I'm an innocent lady. I am a randy lass who would love to share with you my dirty fantasies and how I love to wank off. I just hope that I get a story or two in return.

Puttering around the kitchen is where you'd usually find me. I am fond of baking and experimenting so I end up with batter or flour all over my body. I figured out that I could just be starkers to avoid the mess on my shirts.

Pasta vs. Pizza? I love them both, but I'd choose pasta. I like how smooth the pasta's texture is. It's like the texture of a penis, just a little bit softer. But when a penis is full of cum, it's as smooth as the pasta or the condensed milk.