Hidden Romance: brcc raini

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