seduced by a cougar: Chronicles of Mystery, Love, and Discovery

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