Behind Closed Doors: Hidden Passion in silky long hair

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