My smile is the first step to making you lose your head. And when I run my tongue over my lips, and you look at me with such a hungry look... that's when you realize that you're already mine.
In public - behave decently. But without witnesses: I expect you to rip this dress. To clamp my mouth shut with a kiss to muffle the moans. To leave bruises on my skin. I don;t need predictability.
 22 y.o. Kurvy dievča
  22 y.o. Kurvy dievča