Exploring the Majestic Adventures and Life of i want you to sit on my face

Candlelit bedroom, silk restraints, blindfold—classic setup for “i want you to sit on my face”. She’s tied spread-eagle, every touch amplified by darkness. Feathers, ice, then a riding crop trace her skin until she’s begging. In “i want you to sit on my face” a wand vibrator presses hard against her swollen clit while a thick dildo fills her. The combination is merciless. Her body arches off the bed, muscles straining against cuffs as multiple orgasms tear through her. The final climax in “i want you to sit on my face” is almost violent—toes curling, voice breaking, soaking the sheets beneath her in utter, bound surrender. (191 words)