trinity black: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Love

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