I'm not you're normal run of the mill tight legged jeans man bun wearing simp,nor am I Mr right...Mr right is the bitch crying in the trunk of my car. I'm the guy your mother has warned you about,the kind that will leave you gasping on the wet spot wanting more. I'm the guy you keep away from your mother and giggle like a school girl with your friends about because I fucked you so hard your eyes rolled back and you forgot how you got there...when I pull out you'll know you've been fucked by a man who cares about pleasing a woman but doesn't smell like a fucking flower and dress like a bitch to do it. If you don't like musk of man,the smell of fire and cedar with sweat and pheromones, honey get a I'm not the one for you. If you're looking for a bearded bastard to fuck you into your sheets and leave you shaken...well then look no further I'm arrogant because I actually listen to what a woman wants. Plus FEMOS is my game if you need to Google that then you probably haven't had an orgasm in years...