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