Drew is a true exhibitionist gifted in the art of seduction. Her initial visit to the Crash Pad ended up exactly how she planned, with her photographer Stealth Machine put to work right where she needed it. Drew has a way of getting what she wants and the Crash Pad provided the picture perfect setting.
About Me: This sassy lover/fighter has a big heart and a mean streak. She is a brazen and bratty trainwreck of a slut, never satisfied until it’s too late to stop.
Turn Ons: Your hot body against mine. Wrestling, punching, spanking, bruises, tit torture. Geeks, smart-asses, and people who should know better than to talk back but do so anyway. Androgyny, guesswork, playfulness, grace. Variation, switching, faces down and asses up.
Who I'd Like to Meet: Other genderqueers and trans folks, cute femmes and faggy butches. Dandies! Dancers! Philosophers! Cocksuckers!
My Identity and/or Sexual Interests: Faggy, genderqueer, rowdy, switchy, trans babe.
Drew and Dylan trap the Keymaster
“Holy shit! I have GOT to start planning Crash Pad maintenance out better – I was hardly finished painting when Drew Deveaux and Dylan Ryan busted in. And I do mean BUSTED, which is what I almost was. Dylan fucked Drew’s ass so hard the bed frame almost came down on my head. The things I go through for you people!” – Keymaster
Drew Deveaux gives Stealth Machine a lens full.
“Once in a while, someone tries to use the Crashpad for something other than its intented purpose. It never works out how they planned. For instance, Stealth Machine thought they found a great space to shoot Drew Deveaux… but Drew had other things in mind. Why does this always happen? Did I cast a spell over the place? Sprinkle pheromones into the AC? I’ll never tell.” – Keymaster
