Behind Closed Doors: Tales of Sensuality in facesitting crying

Bound lightly with soft velvet rope in “facesitting crying,” she kneels on crimson sheets, wrists tied above her head. The restraint is gentle, meant only to heighten sensation. A wand vibrator hums against her clit while ice cubes melt on burning skin. She writhes, begging silently as pleasure coils tighter. Every gasp and shudder is caught in exquisite detail in “facesitting crying.” When the toy finally presses directly to her swollen clit, orgasm rips through her in violent, beautiful waves. “facesitting crying” proves restraint can be the ultimate freedom.