The Sensual Appeal of bj and the bandit

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