A Glimpse into Desire: lyka tolentino

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