vermeil demon: A Story That Will Thrill, Inspire, and Captivate Everyone

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