Long black hair like midnight silk. Brown eyes that don't just see—you feel them. I'm Audrey, and I’m not the kind of femme you meet—I'm the kind you remember. Flirty, wicked, and laced in lace, I don't play coy unless I'm playing with you.
Fantasy: You're on your knees, wrists bound behind your back, eyes locked on mine as I circle you slowly—heels clicking, voice like velvet—deciding whether you've earned the privilege of my touch… or my denial..