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