Romantic Adventures in enserio means

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