Soft Sensuality: five nights at freddys nightshift

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