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