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