Tales of Erotic Beauty in 365 days yacht

Midnight, crimson sheets, 365 days yacht begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “365 days yacht” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please 365 days yacht, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More 365 days yacht, don’t stop 365 days yacht!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m 365 days yacht’s, only 365 days yacht’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 “365 days yacht screams “365 days yacht” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “365 days yacht” in worship.