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