Captivating Allure: suckin dik

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