The Romance of naked harry

Soft silk ties her wrists in naked harry. Blindfolded, every touch feels electric as she writhes, begging “More naked harry”. A vibrating wand presses against her clit; she bucks wildly, voice breaking on repeated “naked harry, naked harry, fuck, naked harry!” until the relentless pleasure forces a shattering, squirting climax that leaves her shaking and whispering “naked harry” in aftershocks.