Passionate Whispers: facesit to death

A silk blindfold heightens every sensation in “facesit to death.” She can’t see the camera, only feel her own hands and toys. Ice cubes melt on hot skin; a wand vibrator presses hard against her clit. “facesit to death” records the goosebumps, the arch of her back, the moment she squirts violently across black sheets, blindfold soaked with tears of overwhelming pleasure. “facesit to death” fades out on her trembling aftershocks, utterly spent.