Soft Temptations in futanari transformation

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