Midnight, crimson sheets, to love ru r34 begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “to love ru r34” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please to love ru r34, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More to love ru r34, don’t stop to love ru r34!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m to love ru r34’s, only to love ru r34’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 “to love ru r34 screams “to love ru r34” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “to love ru r34” in worship.