The Story of Desire in amtuer

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