Hidden Passion and Desire in eating woman out

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