Tell me what fantasy you have... the dirtiest, the most extreme, the one you never dared to ask of a boy like me.

I'm that effeminate boy who doesn't ask permission to shine. I walk as if the catwalk were mine, with hips that move with intention and a look that is already undressing you before you say a single word. I like makeup that highlights my eyes, gloss on my lips, jewelry that jingling when I turn my neck... and those tight clothes that leave nothing to the imagination. I am daring. I approach. I love to provoke, play with the limits, feel how your breath stops when I lean in a little more than necessary. Hot is not just a word: it is how I burn inside and how I let it show. I know exactly what to do with my body, with my soft voice and with that mischievous smile that promises more than it says. I am daring to the extreme. I kneel without you asking me, I open my mouth and look into your eyes while I suck you slowly, deeply, letting the saliva drip down my chin. I love the taste, the weight on my tongue, the moment I grab you by the hips and force you to fuck my throat until tears come to my eyes. And when I get up, I push you against the wall, I pull down my pants and show you how hard I am... or I turn my back on you, open my legs and invite you to put it in me at once.

I can be your most submissive little whore: on my knees, moaning high-pitched and effeminate

I am that effeminate boy who is willing to fulfill all your fantasies. Unlimited. Without shame. I just wish.