stroke my clit: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Dreams

Bound lightly with soft velvet rope in “stroke my clit,” she kneels on crimson sheets, wrists tied above her head. The restraint is gentle, meant only to heighten sensation. A wand vibrator hums against her clit while ice cubes melt on burning skin. She writhes, begging silently as pleasure coils tighter. Every gasp and shudder is caught in exquisite detail in “stroke my clit.” When the toy finally presses directly to her swollen clit, orgasm rips through her in violent, beautiful waves. “stroke my clit” proves restraint can be the ultimate freedom.