The Grace of limonate

Silk blindfold and wrists tied loosely above her head set the scene in “limonate”. The bound beauty in “limonate” writhes as feathers and fingertips tease everywhere except where she craves most. Finally, in “limonate”, her own restrained hand is guided between soaked folds. “limonate” records every desperate buck of hips chasing friction, every muffled plea. When permission comes in “limonate”, she rubs furiously, climax ripping through her bound body like lightning. “limonate” ends with the blindfold removed, eyes dazed and utterly sated.