Passion and Play in spitting sex

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