swallowing pov: Tales of Mystery, Courage, and Love

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