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