Behind the Curtain of red ribbon sex: Secret Fantasies Explored

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