Midnight, crimson sheets, dkb 023 begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “dkb 023” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please dkb 023, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More dkb 023, don’t stop dkb 023!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m dkb 023’s, only dkb 023’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 “dkb 023 screams “dkb 023” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “dkb 023” in worship.