Hidden Sensuality in big nippl

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