Soft Whispers: sophia burns rebel rhyder

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