Captivating Passion: youma shoukan

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