Peyton Plays Dirty

I'm the kind of girl you drool over. The one with the hard body, the teasing smile and the devastating way of working her way into your every thought. You're trying to figure out why you can't stop staring at me, aren't you?

Is it due to the fact that your crotch aches at the mere thought of gliding your moist tongue across my tongue...or something else? Maybe it's the way I carry myself, the confidence and slut-like qualities usually only reserved for men.

I'm not your typical woman, but I think you know that. That's why you're here, isn't it? There's something inviting about me. Inviting with a sprinkle of an unobtainable quality. Why? Because, although I will readily ADMIT that my attitude toward sex is similar to men but, unlike the typical male, I have certain standards. Oh, believe me, I want to be fucked just like you'd expect. That's a given, really. But, a REAL man will grant me my special playtime with nary a whimper. He will let me play my private sex games and tie his little pee pee into pretty bows. He will sit quietly in a corner and watch my thirst for HUGE COCKS explode all over any man I choose, including his friends, brothers and bosses...and he will, HE WILL, lap up every precious drop of fluid from my throbbing holes as if his life depended upon it.

Like I said, I am definitely not your typical woman. When it comes to kink, fetishes and my insatiable sexual needs, a typical man just won't do.

...but I think YOU will do me just fine.