A Tattooed Dream With A Body you want To Fuck

Watch Me Burn For You

You watching me right now? Good.

Keep your eyes right there—don’t blink. I undress slow, deliberate, like I know you need every second of this. Like I can feel the heat building between us, even if you're across the room… or across the screen.

I’m your tattooed, light-skinned king—every curve, every muscle on my frame was made for you to worship with your eyes… or your tongue, if you’re bold enough. You want more? Then earn it.

I peel this shirt off and let it drop to the floor. Chest hard. Abs tight. Ink crawling down my skin like fire you can’t put out. My body’s clean, but dangerous. Built like I fight demons in the dark and make angels sweat.

You like that view? Say it. Rate me. Tell me how bad you want me. My fit body ain’t just for show—it wants you. It needs you.

You ever had a man undress not just for sex—but for power? For pleasure? For you? That’s what this is. Me, giving you every inch, because I want to hear your breath hitch when my pants drop. I want to see your throat dry up when I slide them low—slow—revealing just enough to make you ache.

Yeah, you’re watching. And I love it. I love how hungry you look. How helpless you are, just staring.

So keep watching. I’m not done yet. And when I finally give you all of me—dripping with need, hard with control—you’ll know I wanted you to crave me this bad.

Now tell me...

Do you want more?