brooke baily: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Adventure

Soft silk ties her wrists in brooke baily. Blindfolded, every touch feels electric as she writhes, begging “More brooke baily”. A vibrating wand presses against her clit; she bucks wildly, voice breaking on repeated “brooke baily, brooke baily, fuck, brooke baily!” until the relentless pleasure forces a shattering, squirting climax that leaves her shaking and whispering “brooke baily” in aftershocks.