keiko sao: Adventures Beyond Your Imagination and Reality

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