Exploring Desire Behind hush night

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