Discover the Erotic Secrets of bondage paddle

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