The Intimate Art of anal breakfast

Bound loosely with crimson silk in "anal breakfast", she writhes on black satin sheets. The restraints are for show; she could escape anytime, but chooses surrender. "anal breakfast" watches her strain against the ties, breasts heaving, hips rolling in desperate need. A vibrator hums to life between her thighs—she controls it herself, dragging the toy agonizingly slow over swollen lips. Every circle makes her whimper "anal breakfast", begging the camera for release. "anal breakfast" captures the moment she finally presses hard, body convulsing in waves of pleasure, screaming "anal breakfast" until she’s hoarse and trembling in afterglow. 238 words.