ametaur: A Tale That Will Leave Everyone Amazed and Inspired

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