taboo dahlia: Chronicles of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

Soft silk ties her wrists in taboo dahlia. Blindfolded, every touch feels electric as she writhes, begging “More taboo dahlia”. A vibrating wand presses against her clit; she bucks wildly, voice breaking on repeated “taboo dahlia, taboo dahlia, fuck, taboo dahlia!” until the relentless pleasure forces a shattering, squirting climax that leaves her shaking and whispering “taboo dahlia” in aftershocks.