WendiStiliner

Cindy. Sounds soft. But behind this name is a fire that cannot be hidden. I don't play roles. I just live the way I want to. I love contrasts: in the morning coffee in bed and gentle sex under the blanket, in the evening — at the wall, when from a lever in the ear kneels down. I get eyes that are undressed in a second. Whisper in the ear in a human place. Hands on the waist as we pass through the crowd. Games in which no one knows the rules except for the two of us. I love all kinds of sex. Soft, dirty, fast, long, with kisses and bites, with whispers and screams. For me there is no taboo - there is only desire and honesty. Do you want to contact us? Do you want me to command? Do you just want to watch me dance for you? Tell me. I'll read everything in your eyes. My private shows are not just stripping. This is a mouse cat game where I'm always a cat. I look through the screen, see your fantasies and make you beg. I can be tender and murderously cold.

Turns On I get eyes that are undressed in a second. Hunger in my eyes when I'm the only one in the room. Contrasts: gentle sex in the morning and hard evening at the wall. Whisper on the ear in the crowd, hands on the back, smell of his skin. I like teasing, commanding, playing cat-mouse. Fast sex in the car, long with candles, daring in the elevator.

Turns Off I hate falsehood and empty words. When they play a role and no one follows it. Patterns and boredom freak — if everything according to the instructions, I pass away. When they see only the body without feeling my depth. I hate indecisiveness and weak energy. And most of all — when after the fire disappears. Void instead of honesty ruin everything. Either we're really burning, or don't burn.