Moments of Romance in the weeknd girlfriend

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