madison ivy and danny d: Tales of Triumph, Love, and Adventure

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