Erotic Moments: mandy malone

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