sensual tribbing: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Love

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