Capturing the Feminine Spirit in xgoo

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