Twisted Whisper Orgasms

She twists herself into a tight knot of bare skin and exposed need, folded into a shape that leaves her helpless. Her own limbs keep her trapped there, the added straps only make sure she can't slip free. Nothing moves. Nothing gets away. A vibrator sits against her, steady and merciless, drawing sound after sound from her throat while she stays pinned exactly where I want her. Eyes covered, hair bright against the dark room, body open and on display. She takes it all. Every slow pulse. Every cruel throb. Every second drags her closer.