Tales of Feminine Passion: "真矢 ミキ ヌード"

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