nightmarie: Adventures That Will Leave You Inspired and Amazed

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