Ayla Dee

About me

Hii, I'm Ayla Dee,

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Come to me baby,
Bring me your worth.
Revell in my essence.

Experience my newest 'lust palace.' right here in Wellington.
From the moment I greet you at one of my.many doors your senses will be tantalised by hypnotic scent, a low throbbing beat and the sight that stands before you will have you quietly gasp,
"You look even better in real life"

Decadent tones wrap around you in my warm fire lit room and as you climb aboard my huge California king sized bed you can't help but gaze at the wall covered in magazine covers that I have appeared on, a layer of soft silk fabric has been played across your naked body and I chat little nothings at you while I.prepare to dance a striptease for your
Erotic
Pleasure.

And so we begin our session.....




I'm Ayla Dee

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Cover and Centerfold Model.

At Your Service




--Now for some Art...

An Onlyfans Ode.
By AylaDee

It's been a dark and stormy night.
Ive been missing you and wanting you,
left without TV or agenda;
lying in the darkness
thinking of the warmth of your breath, against my skin.
My mind wanders,
and my fingers find the way to the keyboard;
before I know it I’m typing away at a cute lblonde girl on only fans,
on the other side of the world;
who thinks that I'm a boy;
and I start to toy
with her her mind
and with her body. I hope.
She's feeling me too, and I tell her that I have desire unlike those she has encountered before,
and I wonder to myself.
‘How do I keep this little princess trapped within this tower of lie? ‘
I don't want to lose her as the thrill of this escapade;
this charade,
Is tantalising my mind as my breasts are heavy underneath erect nipples;
sultry ripples of sordid desire form a slow rhythmic beat .
I start to engage her;
wanton loneliness,
I reach for my nearest vibrator,
no, not that one,
the quietist one.
While full of contempt or disdain,
my fingers ride the slippery track that is formed along my cunt.
My breath heaving in staccato beats,
playing my own rhythm,
banging my own drum,
desiring, and wanting,
opening myself up to whoever would answer the call,
My middle finger hit the sexiest sexiist button;
CHA-Ching . -TIP.
CHA-Ching. -TIP.
CHA-Ching. -TIP.

Oh, she is so goddamned grateful.

A.D~2023