montys pov: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Hope

Velvet ropes frame the four-poster bed of montys pov. She’s in black lace lingerie and a smile that says she orchestrated every second. In montys pov, she blindfolds herself—trusting you completely. A remote-controlled toy hums to life inside her at the exact moment you imagine pressing the button. Her hips jerk; she bites her lip bloody for montys pov. The intensity climbs in perfect increments only montys pov understands. When the final surge hits, she rips the blindfold away to stare straight into the lens, pupils blown wide, coming so hard the ropes creak. montys pov belongs to the woman who knows power looks best on her knees.