dont tease me miss nagatoro: Stories, Secrets, and Adventures Beyond Imagination

Bound loosely with crimson silk in "dont tease me miss nagatoro", she writhes on black satin sheets. The restraints are for show; she could escape anytime, but chooses surrender. "dont tease me miss nagatoro" watches her strain against the ties, breasts heaving, hips rolling in desperate need. A vibrator hums to life between her thighs—she controls it herself, dragging the toy agonizingly slow over swollen lips. Every circle makes her whimper "dont tease me miss nagatoro", begging the camera for release. "dont tease me miss nagatoro" captures the moment she finally presses hard, body convulsing in waves of pleasure, screaming "dont tease me miss nagatoro" until she’s hoarse and trembling in afterglow. 238 words.