The Beauty Within: shinobi no itoki

Midnight, crimson sheets, shinobi no itoki begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “shinobi no itoki” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please shinobi no itoki, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More shinobi no itoki, don’t stop shinobi no itoki!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m shinobi no itoki’s, only shinobi no itoki’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 “shinobi no itoki screams “shinobi no itoki” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “shinobi no itoki” in worship.