Passionate Glances: machamp sex

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