Whispered Desires of cum drinking

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