autoblow toy: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Courage

Velvet ropes frame the four-poster bed of autoblow toy. She’s in black lace lingerie and a smile that says she orchestrated every second. In autoblow toy, she blindfolds herself—trusting you completely. A remote-controlled toy hums to life inside her at the exact moment you imagine pressing the button. Her hips jerk; she bites her lip bloody for autoblow toy. The intensity climbs in perfect increments only autoblow toy understands. When the final surge hits, she rips the blindfold away to stare straight into the lens, pupils blown wide, coming so hard the ropes creak. autoblow toy belongs to the woman who knows power looks best on her knees.