Desire Unfolds: kiki adaire

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