budporn: A Tale of Mystery, Love, and Adventure

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