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