Handcuff me. Rip my pussy apart. Leave me wanting for more. I may look innocent, but a lass like me doesn't need special treatment. What I need are your tormenting kisses and your strong pounding inside my wet pussy.

I grew up reading or listening to fairytales which may explain why I had high standards when I started dating blokes. These days I just want to have a dick in my sopping quim as much as I can. Not that I lowered my standards, more of being realistic.

I adore The Beatles with all my heart! I know I am young but I grew up to their music and have not strayed since. It's a shame that I was born on the wrong era. Though I feel the same thrill when I'm with a gent who knows which strings to pull.

No quickies for me, I want the sensual foreplay and slow fucking. Savouring the moment-- the touch and how it ignites the flames within me. I don't want the casual flings but I don't want to commit myself to just one bloke.

I may be too horny as I have wild dreams every night I close my eyes to sleep. These dreams have been tormenting my body and soul, especially my tight pussy. Every day, I seek to have sex full of spices.

An old soul stuck in a young body. I get teased a lot for having hobbies that ladies have when they reach a certain age. But in my defense, I enjoy it immensely and it relaxes me. Despite the grandmother behavior, I have a tight quim that would make ...