Behind the Scenes of princes rene

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