4k holed: Chronicles of Courage, Dreams, and Mystery

Midnight, crimson sheets, 4k holed begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “4k holed” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please 4k holed, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More 4k holed, don’t stop 4k holed!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m 4k holed’s, only 4k holed’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 “4k holed screams “4k holed” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “4k holed” in worship.