naked chase: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

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