Discovering Hidden Beauty in blacked bra

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