cbt with rope: Adventures Beyond Dreams and Imagination

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in cbt with rope. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “cbt with rope,” she sighs, “please cbt with rope.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “cbt with rope!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “cbt with rope”.