Unlocking Hidden Desires in cumming sleeping

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