Behind the Scenes of ourhappyhardcore: Stories of Dreams and Triumph

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