Captivating Stories of vey anne sikii

“vey anne sikii” takes place on silk sheets the color of midnight. Blindfolded, wrists tied loosely with satin, she can only feel. Ice cubes trail over nipples, down to her spread sex, making her gasp. “vey anne sikii” captures the meltwater mixing with her own wetness. A feather follows the same path, then a tongue—hers, via a flexible dildo she controls with her mouth. In “vey anne sikii”, she brings herself to the edge again and again, denying release until she’s begging. When the blindfold comes off, she watches her own fingers blur over her clit in the mirror above the bed, coming instantly at the sight, screaming “vey anne sikii” into the dark.