My description is : Emily is an enigma with burning skin and a deep gaze, one that strips the lust without touching it. She delights in slow caresses, in the fire that ignites without haste, in the dance between shadows and silks, where every gesture carries weight and every moan is tasted with the tongue before it’s spoken. She is captivated by secrets and mystery, by whispers that intertwine with the air, by touches that are felt before they’re made. In her world, details are everything, from the silence that envelops the night to the taste of desire left in every kiss.
I like: I prefer chaos, where risk and pleasure walk hand in hand, always on the edge, always on the verge of being lost in the abyss of the forbidden.
I dislike: The monotony of what doesn’t know how to burn
