Hidden Desires and Fantasies in luz and amity from the owl house

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