RubbyStrong

Fire and Softness

I'm Ruby. desire wrapped in warm skin, a rare blend of sweetness and savagery. When I enter somewhere, my gaze attracts, my fragrance remains. I know how to be tender, caress with patience, but under this tenderness burns a fire ready to consume you. Every gesture, every smile, hides a sensual promise. My body speaks a language that only attentive minds understand. When my hand touches yours, the world disappears, and only we remain. With me, we get lost. and we never want to go back.

Regard Désarmant

My eyes are my first weapon. They capture your attention even before my words touch you. In their brilliance, you see the sweetness, but also the shadow of a desire that is just waiting for a gesture to burn. I hold your gaze longer than it should, until you feel this invisible tension that binds us. One glance and your heart races, your breath changes. I don't need to speak for you to understand my intentions. In my eyes, you see yourself already lost, trapped by the desire to have me closer.

Dangerous Games

I love this fragile border between tenderness and savagery. In the beginning, I reassure you, I offer you a smile, a gesture that seems innocent. But soon my hands become bolder, my words more burning. I get closer, touching your body as if by accident, until you understand that nothing is innocent. My pleasure is to surprise you, to give birth in you this thrill mixed with fear and excitement. With me, every moment can change. I am this dangerous game where passion becomes a sweet and deliciously cruel trial.

Provocation in Party

In the evening, I merge into the crowd, but my eyes look for you. I catch your gaze and don't let go. The laughter around us becomes distant, everything comes down to this electric tension between us. My movements are slow, my lips touch my glass, my fingers glide over my skin as if I'm preparing for you. You feel that every move is to call you. The music beats, but it's our looks that dance. In this crowd, there's only you and me, prisoners of this silent desire.

The Art of Dominating Me

Nothing excites me more than feeling your strength surround me. When you grab me and lift me up, I feel both vulnerable and invincible. Our eyes are fixed, none wants to give up. Your hands anchor me against you, your body speaks a language that mine instinctively understands. I feel your burning breath, your fast heart, and this power that holds me captive. Being dominated by you, it's a vertigo, a total abandonment that intoxicates me. In this moment, I belong to you. and yet, I keep this invisible power over your desire.

Caresses Possessives

I love feeling hungry hands explore every curve of my body. No rush, just this slowness that makes the heat rise. Your fingers slide, press, linger in places where my skin becomes more sensitive. Every shiver reminds me that I'm wanted. I close my eyes, offering myself completely, feeling this soft but firm possession. This touch makes me forget the rest of the world. In these caresses, I feel your hunger, your need, and I lose myself in the pleasure of letting you take everything, again and again

Between Breasts and Sighs

I melt when your hands grasp my breasts, caressing them with this alternation of softness and strength. My breath mixes with yours, and every pressure takes a sigh that I can't hold back. I feel your desire harden against me, and this closeness becomes a delicious burning. My fingers clench on your neck, drawing you closer, looking for this heat that consumes me. Your lips touch my skin, and I know I'm lost. This moment is a perfect blend of tenderness and raw passion.

My secret pleasure

The forbidden attracts me irresistibly. Imagining that we could be surprised makes me shudder. This risk, this delicious fear, makes me bolder. My hands seek yours, guide them where they shouldn't be. My gaze is getting darker, my breath shorter. Every movement becomes a silent declaration of my desire. In these moments, I feel alive, electric, as if every nerve of my body vibrated under the effect of this danger that lurks very close to us.

Risk and Pleasure

Danger is my aphrodisiac. Knowing that we could be seen ignites me. My body reacts to this thought, stretches, opens. I feel more beautiful, more free, as if every gesture was a challenge to the world. When your hands explore me where they shouldn't, I hold back a moan and smile unwillingly. This unique thrill pushes me to go further, to take you with me in this space where fear and pleasure are one.

without a return

When you touch me in public, everything disappears. I no longer think about the looks, or the consequences. There is only the warmth of your hands, the pressure of your body against mine, and this intoxication that invades me. Each caress is more intense, each kiss more urgent. My heart beats at a crazy rate, my legs slip away, but I stay, eager for more. In these moments, there is no return possible. I lose myself in you, and I have no intention of being found.