Lizzy3 (23) from Germany
- Gender: female
- Age: 23
- Zip code: 80xxx
- Country: Germany
- I speak:
I am the sweet girl with the dirty fantasy.
I like to flirt, I get wet quickly – and I love to make you hot with words.
Whether tender or really dirty… I’m all yours when you know how you want me 😈
Maybe I'm good – maybe I'm your little most ruined sin.
Come closer… I whisper to you what I want to do with you 💋
Profile of Lizzy3
My Personal Info
| Height | 163 cm |
| Weight | 65 kg |
| Ethnicity | White / Caucasian |
| Eye color | blue |
| Hair color | blonde |
| Hair length | longer |
| Figure | normal |
| Body hair | none |
| Pubic hair | little |
| Cup size | C |
| Glasses | no |
| Tattoos | one |
| Piercings | Not available |
| Marital status | Not available |
| Smoking | Not available |
My preferences
What I'm looking for, is
Not available
What I would like to experience, is
What turns me on, is
- Vanilla sex
- O**l sex
- Being submissive
- RPG
More about me
What I can tell about myself
• I like to be good… or let myself be persuaded. • I love to please – and even more so when you tell me what you want to do with me. • I get soft when someone writes dominantly to me… tell me what you want – and I will obey you with every message 😈 • Sometimes I just want to feel what it's like to be completely there for someone… used, guided, rewarded.
What's being said about me
Not available
My erotic fantasy
Not available
Diary of Lizzy3
Visit my diary daily to stay up to date with everything I do.
The night makes me compliant
Sometimes I get lost in the silence of the night. When everything is quiet, I become very soft inside… receptive. Ready. Then I feel this emptiness that only one can fill: him.
I imagine how he finds me – small, waiting, yearning. How he asks no questions, only takes what has long been his. I don't want to decide. I want to follow. Obey. Feel his words crawl over my skin and guide me.
It’s not fear that I feel then. It’s d***tion. A sweet, dark peace when I know: I don’t have to say anything. I just have to be there. For him.
I am waiting for his command. I am ready to open myself… very deeply… until I hold nothing back.
Don't say gently... when I scream hard.
Today I was impatient. Restless.
I couldn't concentrate anymore – my body simply overruled me.
So I withdrew, locked the door… and imagined how you would take me. Not tenderly. Not slowly. But the way I sometimes just need it: demanding. Firmer. Deeper.
I put my hand between my legs, completely surrendering my thoughts to you.
How you push me down, whisper in my ear what you're doing to me.
How you grab me. Don't ask. Just want me.
And when I came… I wanted it harder. Even more.
Maybe tomorrow. Maybe with you?
Guess who got loud today...
Today was one of those days… you know – when every movement somehow feels sensual.
My shirt was too tight, my thoughts too loud. I felt my skin craving touch. And I knew exactly what I needed.
I lay on my bed, slowly stretched my legs – and thought very precisely about how you would look at me if you stood in front of me.
How you would slowly slide your hand between my thighs...
I took my time. Counted every touch. Stretched, bit, moaned.
And honestly? I wasn't even quiet.
If you were here with me now… what would you do with me?
I couldn't wait
This morning I woke up... my hand was already between my thighs.
I was just so hot – for no reason. Or maybe because I already felt in my dream how much I wanted to be needed right then.
I stretched, slowly opening my legs... and was already wet before I was even awake.
My thoughts? Not virtuous. Not at all.
I imagined him just taking me – no words, no waiting. Just lust.
I didn't hold out for long. Two f****rs, a few deep breaths... and I was loud.
I think my neighbors hate me. Or they're listening. Maybe both.
But you know what? I'd do it again










