Hidden Fantasies in storage bondage

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