Naximc

About Me:

Yes, this is my bio—but written with you in mind.
Honesty saves time. 😌

If you hold racist views, I respect your right to think for yourself—but please swipe left. 🙏
👉 Truth and connection don’t grow in hate.

I’m into casual intimacy—with real trust, honesty, and mutual respect.
And with the right vibe?
Feels like 2–4 hours in heaven. Maybe more. 😏

I write in English for my research, but I may not speak it perfectly.
Still, my tongue understands the body language of a mature woman. 😉

Ideal Partner:

Feel This Moment:
We%u2019re not here to plan forever %u2014 just to feel something real.Even if it%u2019s just one unforgettable night%u2026 the kind that lingers in your body long after memory fades.No pressure. No promises. Just raw passion and a connection that melts the mind and body.

Ideal partner for me:
I%u2019m drawn to confident women %u2014 the kind who crave more than just touch.I want to undress your mind before your body, taste your secrets before your skin.Slowly, deliberately. I want to explore you With curiosity, not conquest. Because what makes you melt matters more to me than what turns you on.


Slow & Deep:
I enjoy foreplay %u2014 Foreplay isn%u2019t a warm-up %u2014 it%u2019s where real pleasure begins. I don%u2019t rush. I explore. I want to feel the moment your breath shifts, when your body starts speaking before your lips do. I%u2019m not here to perform %u2014 I%u2019m here to discover what makes you melt. Slowly. Deeply. Until you're not just turned on%u2026 you're completely undone.


Permission First. Then Fire:
%u201CIf we build trust%u2026 may I take my time with you?%u201D
On our first night, I won%u2019t ask for all of you. Just one part, can allow it?

You: (raises an eyebrow, teasing) %u201CDepends%u2026 what exactly do you want?%u201D

Me: . Just the part where your breath shifts%u2026 where your body reacts before your voice catches up.%u201D

You: You%u2019d smirk, teasing:%u201COh? Bold of you.%u201D

Me:%u201CYour permission gave me the boldness.%u201D

You:(smirking)%u201CSo%u2026 you think you know how to make me lose control?

Me: %u201CNo %u2014 I want you to give it willingly. I want to earn the moment your body stops pretending.%u201D

You: %u201C%u201CI offer a quiet challenge, I won%u2019t react,I%u2019ll scroll, talk, stay on my phone. I won%u2019t react. You can try.%u201D

Me:. %u201CFair enough. Bed or chair?%u201D

You: %u201CNot the bed.%u201D So I%u2019d set the chair by the open window, I helped you just separates my legs! & you try??

Me:"Thank you. I kneel between your thighs. Can I hold them?"

You: No. You told me %u2014 just one part, remember? Sorry. I%u2019m making a call. So you%u2026 do your job. Just one part." %uD83E%uDD2D

Me: smiling, she busy on phone!
I kneel between them. She parted her legs just enough to tempt, still holding her boundary with quiet control. Her red lace like a secret just for me%u2014drew my eyes.

I traced my finger slowly across the fabric, slow and deliberate, sending soft sparks through her. Her hips twitched, subtle but sure, and her legs opened a little more%u2014wordless, but clear. She didn%u2019t need to say yes. Her body already had.

I place my palm over her %u2014 lace warm, soft, already clinging.I don%u2019t press hard.I don%u2019t have to.
Even through the fabric, I feel her. That slow, pulsing throb beneath my hand %u2014 not shy, not loud%u2026 just undeniably ready.

She%u2019s still talking on the phone, voice calm, smooth %u2014But her hips shift.Just once. Like her body%u2019s trying to chase the contact without admitting it. I press in, just a little deeper. Her clit pulses right against my hand.She%u2019s not soaked %u2014 yet. But she%u2019s already wet enough for the lace to catch on her.

I stayed between her thighs, still not touching anything she hadn%u2019t allowed %u2014 but close enough that my breath warmed places only she could feel. Her phone was still in her hand, voice still trying to sound steady, but her body had started speaking a completely different language.

My face lowered slowly. I wasn%u2019t rushing, I wasn%u2019t begging %u2014 I was studying her.My nose grazing the lace, dragging gently side to side like I was reading the heat trapped underneath.

She hadn%u2019t said a word, but her hips answered. A subtle arch. Her thighs parted just a bit more, like her body was trying to make room for what her mind hadn%u2019t fully approved yet.

My lips press into her through the lace %u2014 slow, deliberate, full of heat. I%u2019m not asking anymore. Her body already gave permission in the way it moved, the way it opened.

The fabric is warm and damp, clinging to her like it wants to be part of her need. As my mouth meets that spot, she exhales %u2014 not loudly, but like she%u2019s been holding her breath for hours.

I finally slipped the lace aside %u2014 No resistance. Just skin %u2014 soft, slick,and already waiting. She%u2019s not just wet; she%u2019s swollen with wanting. I don%u2019t rush. I don%u2019t dive. I let my tongue extend, just the tip, and traced the edges where her need was strongest. I circled around it %u2014 slow, lazy strokes, feeling her twitch with every drag.

She tried to stay quiet, but her body betrayed her. Her legs tensed, then opened wider. Her hips rolled gently toward my face %u2014 not to take control, but her mind still on challenge %uD83D%uDE0D

I brought my tongue to her slowly %u2014 just the tip at first, gliding along the folds that were already swollen with want. I didn%u2019t search for the center %u2014 not yet. I circled around it, like orbiting a fire you know will consume you if you rush in. Every motion was deliberate %u2014 tracing edges, dragging wet heat over her, making her feel seen, tasted, claimed.

Then I found that exact place %u2014 that soft, trembling point where all her breath gathered.

I dive in %u2014 my tongue. Not hard. Not fast. Just a deep,. Each stroke is a promise, each press a slow undoing. She tastes like hunger, like need barely held back. Not messy, but thick, rich with arousal. Her hips react first %u2014 a small twitch, an involuntary tilt toward my mouth.

She%u2019s still holding the phone, still trying to speak, but I hear it %u2014 the slight stutter in her words, the shift in her tone.

Her clit pulses against my mouth, and I feel it swell as my tongue presses again and again. Every motion I make draws something from her %u2014 a pause in her breath, a subtle grind of her hips, a quiet surrender she%u2019s trying to hide.

She was speaking on the phone but paying no attention to me. . So, I began teasing her with my tongue%u2014playfully and repeatedly.

As I did, she kept adjusting her phone, trying to hide her reactions from the person on the other end. I could sense she was struggling to continue the conversation%u2014

my tongue moving rhythmically, playfully exploring her curves.Her words began to falter, and Eventually, she gave up, fell silent, and put the phone down.

Then, pretending to breathe her in, I gently touched her with my nose. She instinctively held my head close, as if she didn%u2019t want to let go. Her body pulled me in like a magnet, and she said, you can hold, touch me inch by inch.

After hearing, For the first time, I slid my hands along her thighs %u2014because, now She is completely open %u2014 not just her body, but the space between trust and need. I didn%u2019t hesitate. I brought my lips down to her %u2014 not brushing, not teasing, but sealing. Full. Firm. Like I wanted to breathe through her.


She gasped softly, her legs instinctively tightening around my head, like her body couldn%u2019t bear to lose contact. I stayed locked there %u2014 lips pressed tight against her warmth, letting my mouth mold to her shape. She was pulsing now, slow but strong, and I felt it in every twitch of her hips.

I parted my lips wider, and let her in. All of her. I wasn%u2019t kissing anymore %u2014 I was consuming. Drawing her into my mouth, one deliberate pull at a time. My tongue moved with purpose %u2014 not flicking randomly, but rolling, stroking, pressing deep where her breath caught the hardest. [In real I do it many times]

I felt her body tense, then melt. Her fingers curled into my hair. Her back arched ever so slightly %u2014 not out of control, but surrender. That quiet surrender that says, "I don%u2019t want to lead anymore %u2014 just don%u2019t stop."

My tongue moved faster now, not wild %u2014 but deep, focused, deliberate. I could feel the pressure building in her, not just wetness, but weight %u2014 like her whole body was gathering into one point.And when my lips closed tightly around that one trembling place, and I sucked %u2014 slowly, deeply %u2014 she broke. Not loudly, not Violently.

Her thighs locked gently around my head, not demanding, but surrendering %u2014 like her body didn%u2019t want a break, didn%u2019t want distance. I stayed there, mouth buried deep in her warmth, tongue moving with slow, soaking strokes that made her breath catch and hips rise on their own.

I let my hands slide upward %u2014 cupping the softness of her breasts, fingers rolling across each peak until they responded to every squeeze. My mouth below and hands above moved in rhythm, like I was tuning every part of her to the same desire. [In real time, I enjoy this when ready for Pour]

That%u2019s when her body began to pour itself out.
At first, it was a wet rush %u2014 hot and thin %u2014 that coated ran down my chin, and dripped quietly onto the floor. I didn%u2019t flinch. I took it in. Let it mark me. Let her know I could take all of her %u2014 without flinching, without shame.

And then came something thicker%u2026 slower.
It didn't rush %u2014 it eased out from deeper inside her, a creamy pulse that told me her release was full and real. I felt it roll down, between her cheeks, trailing a slow line that made its way toward the edge of the chair %u2014 warm and unmistakable. Not just wet, but rich.

%u201CIf I could make your body react like that with just simple one part%u2026 imagine what I could do with all of you %u2014 in a safe space, built on trust.%u201D

Would you feel that for real?

""Let%u2019s not just talk fantasies %u2014 let%u2019s explore them, slowly%u2026 respectfully%u2026 inch by inch. I know I%u2019m not like the rest %u2014 and when you%u2019re resting in my arms, I%u2019ll still be discovering the places even you haven%u2019t touched"

Other Interests:

Cars / Motorcycles, Cycling, Football / Soccer / Rugby

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