sex viduo: Tales of Mystery, Courage, and Love

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