Hidden Romance: morenas cachondas

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