Mae goes by maevivant, sitting somewhere in the USA, probably wrecking the minds of every dude who stumbles onto her page. She’s the type who doesn’t need fancy tags or a flashy room subject to get attention — just her body and a smirk big enough to make men lose focus halfway through a sentence. There’s no mystery tag describing her, but she doesn’t need one. The girl sells herself the way a Ferrari doesn’t have to advertise its speed.
She looks like the kind of cam chick who keeps it simple but filthy, talking sweet for a second just to twist it around and drop something nasty that’ll fry your brain. No scripted lines, no fake smiles — just her, her camera, and whatever poor bastard’s losing control on the other side of the screen.