Elly Malone

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Green-eyed beauty with a wild spirit Hi, I'm Elly — the sunny one with the filthy imagination. Brunette, green eyes, 170 cm of the girl your mother would love and your friends would high-five you over. I grew up on the Sunshine Coast, where I learned to surf badly and talk dirty well, then moved to Brisbane for uni and stayed for the nightlife. Two things you should know about me. First: I study criminology. I'm fascinated by what makes men confess — and I've become rather good at extracting confessions myself. Second: I've trained in pole for three years. The strength-to-innocent-face ratio is, I'm told, deeply unfair. There's a pole in my living room and a strip tease in my repertoire, and I'm generous with both. I look like the nice one. I am not the nice one. I'm the one who whispers something across the dinner table that makes you drop your fork, then smiles at the waiter like butter wouldn't melt. My gift is the gap between the two — the sweeter I look, the worse I get, and I look very, very sweet. Behind closed doors I'm enthusiastic in the way that can't be faked: genuinely greedy, happily filthy, and vocal about it. I want to know exactly how you like it — and then I want to be better at it than you expected. My extras list exists because I believe in doing things properly. I'm best in longer bookings — the girlfriend experience gets exponentially more criminal with hours. Lunch dates, overnights, and the role plays you'll want to rehearse with me first. Come confess. I'm taking notes. Elly, x

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