Behind the Curtain of cawd044: Secret Emotions

Midnight, crimson sheets, cawd044 begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “cawd044” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please cawd044, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More cawd044, don’t stop cawd044!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m cawd044’s, only cawd044’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 “cawd044 screams “cawd044” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “cawd044” in worship.