butt trib: A Journey Full of Mystery, Love, and Triumph

Wearing nothing but a silk blindfold, she kneels on cool hardwood in butt trib. An ice cube trails from collarbone to nipple, making her gasp and arch. butt trib savors the contrast—cold melting against hot skin as the cube journeys lower, circling her clit until she’s dripping for entirely different reasons. When warm lips replace ice, she cries out, fingers tangling in hair, riding the mouth that refuses to rush. butt trib records every shuddering climax, every whispered “please don’t stop” until she collapses forward, blindfold soaked with happy tears.