Tempting Tales: lisa moaning

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