Revealing the Secret World of "the whole damn system is wrong"

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