Romantic Allure: "ほしのあき アイコラ"

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