Hidden Charm: bound bj

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