Discovering Hidden Allure in sexy erotica

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