Unlocking the Extraordinary Adventures and Life of demon sarvente

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