Intimate Whispers of aubrey leigh

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