hi my name is reggie: An Epic Tale of Courage and Destiny

Blindfolded and bound loosely with silk ties in “hi my name is reggie,” she surrenders completely to sensation. Feathers and fingertips dance across her skin, making her writhe. When a wand vibrator finally presses against her dripping clit in “hi my name is reggie,” her muffled screams fill the room. Legs forced open, she can only take the relentless pleasure as “hi my name is reggie” documents every twitch and squirm. Her pussy lips swell, glistening under the vibration until she’s begging through the gag. Multiple forced orgasms rip through her in “hi my name is reggie”—each one stronger, juices flooding the sheets—until she’s a trembling, soaking mess. The blindfold comes off for the final close-up in “hi my name is reggie”: tear-streaked cheeks, dilated pupils, and a satisfied smile that promises she’ll watch “hi my name is reggie” again tonight.