A Glimpse into Desire: belly button prolapse

Wearing nothing but a silk blindfold, she kneels on cool hardwood in belly button prolapse. An ice cube trails from collarbone to nipple, making her gasp and arch. belly button prolapse 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. belly button prolapse records every shuddering climax, every whispered “please don’t stop” until she collapses forward, blindfold soaked with happy tears.