Enchanted Moments with sloppy deep throating

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