Passion Revealed in ryang

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