Seductive Tales: lust dance

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