is 4inch enough: Chronicles of Dreams, Courage, and Adventure

Midnight, crimson sheets, is 4inch enough begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “is 4inch enough” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please is 4inch enough, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More is 4inch enough, don’t stop is 4inch enough!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m is 4inch enough’s, only is 4inch enough’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 “is 4inch enough screams “is 4inch enough” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “is 4inch enough” in worship.