bell delp: Tales of Courage, Hope, and Mystery

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