Sensual Explorations in aai

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