Behind the Curtain of stella violet: Secret Paths

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