christine allure: Tales of Courage, Adventure, and Discovery

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