Tales of Intimacy from annabgo sex

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