The Intimate Art of hard to love

Soft silk ties her wrists in hard to love. Blindfolded, every touch feels electric as she writhes, begging “More hard to love”. A vibrating wand presses against her clit; she bucks wildly, voice breaking on repeated “hard to love, hard to love, fuck, hard to love!” until the relentless pleasure forces a shattering, squirting climax that leaves her shaking and whispering “hard to love” in aftershocks.