An orgasm doll, locked in a state of never ending ecstasy. You can try to twist and pull away, but you will always go back to doing the only thing you can do… scream.Â

An orgasm doll, locked in a state of never ending ecstasy. You can try to twist and pull away, but you will always go back to doing the only thing you can do… scream.Â

Keep Your Eyes On Me While I Feel The Softness That Is Mine&Amp;Hellip;

Penetrating You With My Gaze, Penetrating You With My Body.

Â€Œoh Godâ€¦ Please Stop, Pleaseâ€¦Pleeease!!!Â€ She Doesnâ€™T Know Who Or What She Is Screaming Out To, Yet Her Voice Seems To Ring Out Of Its Own Accord, As If Trying To Stop The Sensations That Her Own Body Cannot Halt. She Has Long Since Given Up

The Shrill Scrape Of Cloth Tearing As His Fingers Rip Open Her Last Garment, Indicating That The Photo Shoot Was Over And That His True Delight Was To Begin. He Had Piqued Her Curiosity By Mentioning The Vibrator Which He Had Himself Created, Yet When

You Hear The Urges In Your Mind As If They Are My Whispered Instructions.you Want To Give In To That Warm Depth, To Sink Within The Delights Of Your Own Body; The Urge To Bring Yourself To Orgasm Right Now Overwhelms You. Your Body Glistens, So Sleek,

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I Gasp Soft Sweet Syllables Like Wordless Poetry, My Wrists Bound, My Body Yours. Time Slows Down As Your Fingertips Play Havoc Within Me; I Try To Meet Your Gaze, Yet Pleasure Clouds My View, Sparks Of Light In A Sea Of Darkness.

&Amp;Ldquo;Thatâ€™S It, Cum For Me. I Want To Watch You Throw Your Head Back, Hear The Change Of Tone In Your Moans, As You Realise That Iâ€™M Not Stopping, No Matter How Much Your Eyes Plead With Me.&Amp;Rdquo;

She Had Been Told To Masturbate To The Edge In Front Of Her Loverâ€™S Gaze Every Night, Holding Herself Back And Showing How Much She Could Control It; Now She Was Paying For The Mistake Of Giving In To Her Urge To Keep Going. She Was Not Stopped, Instead

The Feeling Of The Silk Against Your Wrists Sends A Surge Of Warmth Along Every Inch Of Your Skin, The Creamy, Weightless Softness Letting You Know That Nothing You Feel After This Moment Will Be In Your Own Hands. The Eroticism Of Such A Thought Drifts

You Almost Become Afraid Of How Sensitive Your Body Is, Just As The Gentle Sensation Of A Feather Tip Touch And The Wet Tip Of A Tongue Against Your Nipple Manages To Take Your Breath Away. Your Breath Seems To Follow The Trail Of The Feather Tip, The

Your Mindâ€™S Eye Follows Every Little Flutter Of Sensation That Trails Down Your Tummy, Down Between Your Thighs. The Focus Between Your Legs Makes Your Body Melt With Longing, So Aware Of How Responsive You Are To Even The Slightest Contact&Amp;Hellip;

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