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