Exploring the Secret Adventures of patty simpson

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