Exploring Feminine Fantasy: pinning her against the wall

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