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