anny walker: Secrets, Stories, and Adventures You Cannot Miss

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