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