The Seductive Side: massage by luisa

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