vina sky and jasmine grey: Chronicles of Courage, Dreams, and Mystery

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