Hi I am 18 yerars old from Germany. I have an athletic Body, go to the gym and running.I am pretty new to this stuff so I would love to have a dome who can guide me and teach me new things. I don't have a preference on women. I really like edging but lm open for everything.I want to explore my kinks and my limits. My limits are piss puke scat and illegal stuff. I will not show my face at the beginning but if we get to know each other then it would be possible. Hit me up if you are interested

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