Behind the Curtain of choked on spit: Adventures in the Shadows

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