Om mig

Hey, I'm Zia! For me, sex doesn’t start with a position. It starts earlier with the way you look at me. With the way your pants are already getting tight, even before I’ve slipped the strap off my shoulder. I love that pause; I love sitting close to the camera, slowly running my tongue over my lips, knowing that words have already vanished from your mind, replaced by an image: my mouth, my breasts, my fingers, my voice right against your ear. I love having power over a man, but that’s not all, there’s something else I love, too. I love it when I’m wanted with a raw, mindless intensity. When you forget why you walked into the room and simply watch the fabric slide down from my chest. When I part my legs just a little and see your expression change as you look at me aroused, undone, honest, and vulnerable before me. I get turned on by someone else’s arousal. I am not just a Mistress. I am a woman who loves being desired to the point of trembling. Come to me, my man.