So many men these days claim to be a full box of chocolates, but when's it's time to open the box, you will see nothing but chewy candy. I guess it's my mind's way of telling me that I deserve the sweetest and the best.

I have a kink that most would find odd, but I love seeing men in lacy trimmed stockings. Seeing their toned legs move and strain under the material just makes my cunt quiver and ache. I wonder if there are blokes out there who would be fine with lett...

Calling me sexy makes me feel desireable and gives me the freedom to do whatever I want just to please a man. I love that men tell me how sexy I am. I just love having different and special wild conversations, especially when it's YOU.

Having brunch with the old gals seem to be the only event that I look forward to nowadays. I would love to have other things to anticipate, especially if it's the fine body of a lad. Oh, the things I could do with my tongue and tits.

I'm usually not the type to complain but, bloody hell, what's a bint got to do to get a good shagging? I left my good for nothing husband because I always had to fend for myself since he'd be too tuckered after finishing.

Being a lot way older hasn't destroyed my confidence. Thanks to my bosomy feature. And I think you should know that my baps are still plump. Well, that's because I haven't allowed too many men to caress them when I was younger.

Being fucked hard is not enough. There should be lots of grinding here and there. I only stop when I'm ready for the knacker's yard or when I need to go on a pee break as I don't like pissing on my clean, soft bed.