

Born 1979. Ready to fuck since the year of the hard disco beat. The boys in the locker room used to joke I came out cock-first, balls bouncing like they had somewhere to be. My first taste was behind the bleachers at seventeen—sweet girl with a filthy mouth and a grip that made me see stars. After that? Game on. Years later and I still walk into every room like I know exactly what you want and how loud I can make you beg for it. Cock thick, tongue sharper, and zero patience for half-measures. You want me? Earn it. Otherwise I’ll bend you over the nearest surface and remind you why they still whisper my name in the showers.

Born 1979. Ready to fuck since the year of the hard disco beat. The boys in the locker room used to joke I came out cock-first, balls bouncing like they had somewhere to be. My first taste was behind the bleachers at seventeen—sweet girl with a filthy mouth and a grip that made me see stars. After that? Game on. Years later and I still walk into every room like I know exactly what you want and how loud I can make you beg for it. Cock thick, tongue sharper, and zero patience for half-measures. You want me? Earn it. Otherwise I’ll bend you over the nearest surface and remind you why they still whisper my name in the showers.