Turn ons:

I’ve got a mental folder labeled “ways to make Дмитрий beg” and your name is already the cover photo. My kink is memorizing every hitch in your breath, every place that makes your thighs clench—consider me your personal cartographer of pleasure

Turn offs:

Nothing hits like the moment you sink your teeth into my neck while I’m buried deep, marking me as yours while I fuck you senseless. I crave the wet slide of your tongue tracing the vein on my cock right before you take me all the way—no mercy, just hunger.

About me:

We’re in a half-empty movie theater, your legs draped over mine in the dark, my fingers slipping under your skirt while the soundtrack drowns out every filthy sound you make. Every time the screen flashes bright I catch your bitten lip and glazed eyes—fuck,