Your local whiteboy

I’m not here to play pretty—I’m here to be the dirtiest prayer you’ll ever whisper. E xotic edge, outlaw blo od , and a savage streak that turns moans into screa ms. I fu ck like a fever dream, choki ng, dripping, pounding until your body begs for mercy and your soul begs for more. I’m the co cky bas tard who’ll make your legs shake, your throat burn, and your sheets soak. Call me toxic, call me dangerous, call me the best mistake you’ll ever ride just don’t call me vanilla.