The Hidden Passion of lillywuxo

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