Behind the Curtain of teenfidelity sex: Stories Never Told

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