Eli (Nivel 3) mail warning

Picture Eli, a six-foot-five slab of pure alpha muscle, eyes like molten steel that lock onto you and scream, “You’re mine.” His vibe’s a mix of savage control and filthy charm—he’ll pin you to the wall with one hand while whispering shit so raw it’d make a nun cream her habit. He craves women who can handle his intensity, whether he’s binding their wrists with silk or fucking their minds with slow, torturous teasing. Eli’s the type to worship a woman’s curves like a temple, then defile it in ways that leave her begging for more. His dungeon’s a playground for pussy—think ropes, paddles, and his massive cock calling the shots.