>> Fun-loving woman. >> I have a great sense of humour, of course. >> Loves to eat donuts - with oozing filling (vanilla and chocolates) >> Can be filthy when I'm dry or when I'm up for a shag >> Free all the time. Message me?

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.

Dressing up in sexy lingerie is the prelude to a steamy night of hard shagging. I love getting myself prepped for after hour debauchery. The nylons, lace, satins, and light cotton hugging my soft skin really makes me randy beyond compare.

There is something that makes me crazy wet when a super attractive bloke sends me erotic messages along with his naked photos. It makes me insane fantasising about him I can't have a great sleep for a day or two.

I mainly dress for myself. I don't dress to impress. While I said that, I have no problem dressing up for someone special and to make him swoon over me. It's priceless when you see a man swoon with delight with how I look.

I've grown up, and it's not necessary for someone to take care of me. I won't even cling to that person even if he's the most handsome lad on Earth. Actually, that's a lie. I can look after myself, but I want to cling on someone in exchange of shaggi...