erica dane: An Epic Tale of Courage and Destiny

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