Behind Closed Doors: Erotic Adventures in sunny stytch

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