When I was in middle school, I used to read three to four full-sized novels. Now I see anything longer than a paragraph I immediately bounce. I miss my brain cells. I can't believe they peaked at the age of 12.

I have already shown you all of me through my photos, isn't that enough sign that I want some nasty hot fucking time? Hopefully with a man with abs, biceps, and a cock that is willing to be deep down in my throat and through my tight phat ass.

If I am to describe myself, I would be like the calm before the storm. When everything seems to be peaceful, I will come in like a wrecking ball. I will literally mess up your life.

This might be a deal breaker for some, but I think it is better to be honest than hide it for a long time. I have a cock, so if that weirds you out, don't bother to chat with me. I am looking for a lad who will accept me for who I am, balls and all.

I believe that to be able to know my real character you need to spend some time with me or have long conversations with me. I am a puzzle that cannot be characterized through a short essay.

Do you want to have some fun, or just talk for a while? Better tell me your intentions clearly before we start anything. I can do either, but I will like it more if you choose the former.