Whispered Desire: gozada dentro da buceta

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