ftrr: Chronicles of Epic Life, Dreams, and Discovery

Bound loosely with crimson silk in "ftrr", she writhes on black satin sheets. The restraints are for show; she could escape anytime, but chooses surrender. "ftrr" watches her strain against the ties, breasts heaving, hips rolling in desperate need. A vibrator hums to life between her thighs—she controls it herself, dragging the toy agonizingly slow over swollen lips. Every circle makes her whimper "ftrr", begging the camera for release. "ftrr" captures the moment she finally presses hard, body convulsing in waves of pleasure, screaming "ftrr" until she’s hoarse and trembling in afterglow. 238 words.