MimiLuvy

I first want to introduce myself to all the boys who come to see me, I will update this space monthly, here you will see a little more about me, the reality behind Mimi, my tastes, my hobbies and everything that makes me unique and different. Today I'm going to start telling you the story that led me to get into webcam modeling. I really always had acquaintances who worked as models, they always encouraged me to do it, because they told me that I would do very well and the idea of doing it scared me. I worked as a waitress in a well-known restaurant in the city but for hygiene reasons they closed it, at that time I started sending pictures of the restaurant to my friends. CV as much as I could and it lasted almost 2 months without work, for me it was difficult and I was not able to find a job.. I accept that at first it was difficult, I was embarrassed to see my body in front of the camera because I had a lot of complexes and I also accept that modeling helped me deal with these complexes, now I feel more confident, I earn much more than as a waitress and I feel more confident. and I look prettier than I did at the beginning. (I leave you a photo so you can leave your opinions) Although in the photo you can only see the outside, I assure you that the interior has changed in the same way and I hope to continue moving in this direction.

His arms became my favorite place, I counted the hours to get there. Sometimes I would pretend nothing was wrong, for fear of losing control, but I had lost it long ago and that was the most interesting thing. In these arms my mind went out, my body began to feel, which is not an easy task, I admit. He knew exactly how to make me forget the rest. I opened the door, I found that look of wanting to conquer the world and his world, it was me. After a tender and innocent kiss that continued to illuminate the atmosphere, we pretended that everything was calm, "relaxed" we resumed what we had done. The caresses began to escape, his beard and mouth were my main temptation, my legs and my waist his favorite starting points. He had this crazy habit of looking me in the eyes in the middle of kisses and caresses, I could swear that more than undressing my body he managed to undress my soul.

I thought I didn't remember your face, but it didn't take me more than 2 seconds to realize it was you. You're across the street and I still smell your perfume, which, to be honest, I ended up loving by stroking it. But I warn you, I'm not that girl who couldn't keep an eye on you anymore. Now I'm not happy that you take a bite of my sandwich or ride a bike. Now I want to bite and ride you. Now I want you to feel the aroma that emanates from the skin of my body and that you even tickle me with your eyelashes. I want to feel everything stirring inside me when your hand tries to slip into my pants, like you did when you stopped 27. It all stayed there, but now I'm the one pushing your hand down my panties.

The years have passed, but I still recognize the touch of your tongue, now very bold. You whisper in my ear: "Finally ». And I suddenly realize how much I missed him, even though it never happened. Humidity. You play with your tongue and my ear lobes, you kiss my neck like you could drink the sweetest elixir.. You lie on me and the touch of your skin makes me completely crazy. Everything starts to get harder. I push your head to my breasts and you bite them less gently. Pain quickly turns into pleasure. And I scream. You keep on your way through my body and you stop in my gut. You start kissing her, going down very slowly. Too slow. Your kisses move to my legs, when suddenly they go up to my stomach. For a moment I thought. And here it is, more moisture. Your lips move away from my navel again and, for a moment, they stop again. Are you trying to play with me? But this time their destiny is clear. The heat of my excitement calls your tongue, but also your fingers. Don't stop moving them. Never. You're exactly where I wanted you for years. The desire to feel your movement even faster is uncontrollable. Soon we won't know what's yours and what's mine. The whole world is now between my legs.

I grab your hair and lift you up to my height. I see the emotion in your eyes and now when you come to kiss me I can feel mine. The time has come. I invite you to immerse yourself fully in this darkness of which we both dream. I put myself on you and with my hand I put your penis in me. I move my hips to the rhythm of this song that's playing in my head and you quickly speed up the beat. I pinch my nipples when I feel the shaking. You are gasping. And I'm gasping too. I don't know how much time goes by. Seconds, even hours, may pass, but suddenly something inside me breaks and I feel empty inside. That smell.. Well, she's here. When I came home, I had to change my panties.

Above is a little story about something that happens in my life in three paragraphs, they have a little fiction but in general it is something about me, if you like me and want more stories of this kind, I would like you to let me know. See you next month with more content for you

Tell me.. what do you like most about a girl? Even though I meet a lot of men at work, I've always wondered what they look for in a woman.. What is this attraction that makes men stay? Which part of the female body do you like the most? Is there a specific gesture that makes a man interact with a woman? I know.. there are a lot of questions and they all go to the same place.. why do my users like to see me? Exactly what part of me makes them want to start a conversation or see me a little more. If you are reading this, I would love you to come into my living room and tell me, tell me what you see first in a woman.

I always thought it was something special and different, but I also think that every individual thinks the same thing. I like to imagine that I am unique, that I leave an imprint on the people who enter my life and that I am the one who will always be remembered.. I am fascinated by the invention of stories of which I am the protagonist, I consider myself a little fantastic and that is precisely what makes me think that I am a little strange, my stories are a little strange about men who fall in love. Just to see me or that I'm the centerpiece of a super important mission.. I hope I'm not the only one thinking like that