Intimate Glimpses: guttural moan sound

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