sergant miles: A Story That Will Inspire, Amaze, and Captivate You

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