Tales of Hidden Passion in celeb nylons

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