Soft Touches of Desire: wacation

Silk ropes bind her wrists gently in wacation, heightening every sensation. Blindfolded, she can only feel—fingers trailing fire across sensitive skin while she murmurs “wacation.” A vibrating toy hums to life against her clit in wacation, making her writhe deliciously. She begs “more wacation,” voice breaking as the intensity builds. The camera drinks in every tremble, every bead of sweat in wacation until the toy presses deeper and she shatters, screaming “wacation” into the darkness, body convulsing in bound ecstasy.