Charlotte [email protected] Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—me, last week, dim lights, some shady spa downtown. Guy’s like, “Relax, lady,” and I’m all, “Boy, you better!” Them hands tho—pure magic, kneadin me like dough. Reminds me of Timbuktu’s line—“The wind carries secrets.” Yeah, babe, those fingers were whisperin naughty stuff to my spine! Made me giggle—then moan. Oops, too loud—neighbors probly heard!