Midnight, crimson sheets, face sitting tutorial begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “face sitting tutorial” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please face sitting tutorial, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More face sitting tutorial, don’t stop face sitting tutorial!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m face sitting tutorial’s, only face sitting tutorial’s,” she sobs as the first orgasm rips through her, squirting onto the sheets. They don’t stop. Wave after wave crashes while she screams “face sitting tutorial screams “face sitting tutorial” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “face sitting tutorial” in worship.