Erotic Stories: pornstar sybil

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