Soft Temptations in superhead5

Midnight, crimson sheets, superhead5 begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “superhead5” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please superhead5, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More superhead5, don’t stop superhead5!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m superhead5’s, only superhead5’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 “superhead5 screams “superhead5” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “superhead5” in worship.