mulani rivera: The Epic Journey You Need to Experience

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