kissing man and woman: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Triumph

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